<blockquote><font style='margin-left:20px;'>Why was he so <i>stupid?</font></i>
With the devastating loss of his family, Kinis had somehow, finally, managed to find some kind of strength within himself. Whether it was for the good of him, or Ruiko, he had tried to grow up and stop being such a pathetic child. Looking back on it now, he hadn't really thought of himself as such, but he certainly did now. There was nothing like running off on your own to either make you... or break you.
In truth, it had only been a couple of weeks. Kinis' grown-up journey hadn't even spanned an entire season, and here he was, back in Relic Lore. In an attempt to console himself, he told himself that it was only because he had chosen the worst part of the year to flee. Seriously, <i>winter?</i> No yearling would be able to survive that, surely. He hadn't even had much success with hunting-training, let alone master it. What had he expected, to just make a mad dash in the dead of night and somehow survive?
It had been at the first sign of snowfall that Kinis had felt the pangs of homesickness. He could remember so clearly his talks with Ruiko about snow that every time he watched it fall, or slipped in it, or came over a hill and saw it laid out in thick blankets before him, his heart stung and he had to swallow the lump in his throat.
What was the reason for all this, again?
In the end, it all got the better of him. No matter his intentions, no matter how foolish he looked crawling back with his tail between his legs, Kinis Tainn was forced to turn around and head back to his brother... and his sister. Still unaware of his family's return - or at least some of them - the visions he had of returning were now rather more sour. Rather than emerge as a grown, mature wolf, he was just a child who had made it a little further than most half-hearted runaways, but ultimately failed just as hard.
Hunger and cold were real killjoys.
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>The smell of blood stirred his mind, like wafting bacon beneath a half-hearted vegetarian's nose, and Kinis allowed himself to draw out from his automatic loping in order to enjoy it. He hadn't had a mediocre meal for days, and he hadn't had a <i>good</i> one since before he had left. It showed on his frame, for though his coat was thick for warmth, he had little in the way of fat, and his flesh was uncomfortably taut on his skeleton. His thin muzzle began to show signs of heavy salivating as his subconscious grabbed onto the idea of a meal. He was unable to resist moving towards it, weak though he was, and unlikely as it was that he would actually be able to enjoy whatever was bleeding, it was very difficult to overcome the compulsion.</font>
After the pleasant surprise of the meaty blood smell, his nose quickly realised that there was certainly more to this than initially thought.
She wasn't much older than him, though everything about Kinis immediately demanded he be subservient. Staring back at the young she-wolf, he realised that he was interrupting a meal, and took a hasty step back. He wasn't a fighter in the prime of his life (had he even had a prime yet?) and he was certainly in no condition to squabble now. He knew he looked a scrawny mess, but even his hunger wasn't enough to drive him forwards to steal at least a bite of her rabbit.
Still, it was hard to just walk away. At the first sign of aggression, he planned to flee, but until that point... it was intoxicating just to <i>imagine</i> that he would be allowed to taste a tiny sliver.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Feb 11, 2011, 05:47 PM by Kinis.)
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<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>