Post by Siris on Jul 5, 2007 18:34:56 GMT -5
Being alone had it's disadvantages. For one, there was no one to keep you warm at night. Add to that just the pure loneliness and lack of others to help you and you had Siris down pact. Well, not all of him. Just a more recent add on to his feelings. His sister had been his only companion for so long. He had, of course, been lonely even with her around but now he ruely knew what loneliness was. It was missing someone beside you, just their presence. It was needing a companion regardless of how much you hated/liked each other. It was the idea of doing anything just to be with others. Siris hated it.
He was a pack wolf. Unfortunatly, his pack had been gone when his sister had taken him away from the rest of their family. They didn't have much of a family anyway but being away from even those few had hurt him. His sister's constant growling and snapping and demanding didn't bother him as much as the thought that she wasn't really a sister, more of a mix of a banshee and a master. He put up with her for over a year before he escaped. It was her frequent males that got to him. She always had a male with her. The one she was with when Siris ran off was a particularly nasty one. He had always called after Siris to do some meaningless task and attack him if he did it too quick or too slow. Siris hated it.
Now, alone, he realized that even his sister and her male friends were what he missed. He had thought about going back, begging her to forgive him and not kill him but he knew she would never take him back. She would kill him without a second thought. He had to keep going.
It was because of his grudge that he kept walking. It ended up a good thing too. Without anyone around, the brute finally realized that he was independent. He didn't need someone telling him what to do. From now on, he wouldn't put up with it.
When Siris reached a grassy field, he stopped for rest. He hadn't done so in a few days and he needed water. His eyes caught a lake up ahead and he coaxed another dash out of his trembling legs. They made it too the lake and collapsed, letting his chest soak in the cool water. He dropped his muzzle in and drank his fill. When he could no longer hear the water sloshing in his belly, he turned and lay on his side in the green grass.
Siris took in a breath and let out a deeper one. No scent had caught his attention which caught his attention. His head rose and his eyes looked around. There was no other wolf in sight. Going with that thought, he sniffed around him. He found no trace of a wolf's scent. This being the only water he had seen for awhile, he assumed it would be a busy spot for a pack. But, with no scent, there was no pack. Siris loved it.
The wolf grinned. This was his chance to assume a position where he wouldn't take orders. He would give them. His maw rose into the air to nearly a 90 degree angle and let out a smooth call, announcing that this land was now his. This terrritory now belonged to Siris.
He was a pack wolf. Unfortunatly, his pack had been gone when his sister had taken him away from the rest of their family. They didn't have much of a family anyway but being away from even those few had hurt him. His sister's constant growling and snapping and demanding didn't bother him as much as the thought that she wasn't really a sister, more of a mix of a banshee and a master. He put up with her for over a year before he escaped. It was her frequent males that got to him. She always had a male with her. The one she was with when Siris ran off was a particularly nasty one. He had always called after Siris to do some meaningless task and attack him if he did it too quick or too slow. Siris hated it.
Now, alone, he realized that even his sister and her male friends were what he missed. He had thought about going back, begging her to forgive him and not kill him but he knew she would never take him back. She would kill him without a second thought. He had to keep going.
It was because of his grudge that he kept walking. It ended up a good thing too. Without anyone around, the brute finally realized that he was independent. He didn't need someone telling him what to do. From now on, he wouldn't put up with it.
When Siris reached a grassy field, he stopped for rest. He hadn't done so in a few days and he needed water. His eyes caught a lake up ahead and he coaxed another dash out of his trembling legs. They made it too the lake and collapsed, letting his chest soak in the cool water. He dropped his muzzle in and drank his fill. When he could no longer hear the water sloshing in his belly, he turned and lay on his side in the green grass.
Siris took in a breath and let out a deeper one. No scent had caught his attention which caught his attention. His head rose and his eyes looked around. There was no other wolf in sight. Going with that thought, he sniffed around him. He found no trace of a wolf's scent. This being the only water he had seen for awhile, he assumed it would be a busy spot for a pack. But, with no scent, there was no pack. Siris loved it.
The wolf grinned. This was his chance to assume a position where he wouldn't take orders. He would give them. His maw rose into the air to nearly a 90 degree angle and let out a smooth call, announcing that this land was now his. This terrritory now belonged to Siris.