09-16-2018, 01:17 AM
The white wolf sat outside of his tree-house entrance, going over recent events slowly, getting lost in thoughts as his gaze lazily went from one spot in camp to the next. There was a mixed feeling, one he admittedly based on his own personal feelings rather than the good of the group, as he had often sought out to do.
He remembered being a young pup, much like his sister and possibly even younger, standing with his mother by the ruins nearest to their camp, being told stories of old. How those from the light were hateful and vile, betrayers ready to strike down any mage they saw. It made him bristle with anger, but after a thoughtful moment, he told his mother he had an important question. At the time, he had no desire for magic and still feels no tug to it as his family does. So, he asked, 'What about me? They won't hurt me.'
Maybe if they would not hurt him, he would have no reason to worry about it. It was childlike, but what else do you expect from a child. What he was told in response, though, is something he'd never forget. It was what forged him to be who he was today. No matter what he desired, these were still his people, his family. He couldn't allow those from the light near just because he was to be a warrior and not a mage. It was about loyalty and honor.
'Besides, they don't care, little one. They would rather quickly dispose of you than ever attempt to hear you out.'
A small smile came to his face as the memory played, though his heart ached. He remembered, with excitement and maybe some fear building his chest, bounding around his mother and declaring he would strike down every single creature from the light that dared try to hurt his family. With a huff, he blinked from his daydreaming. Now, he was expected to welcome those creatures with open arms. The smile faded quickly, his half-lidded gaze traveling from the spot he'd fixated on to the meeting tree.
It would be a lie to say he didn't miss his mother, but he dealt with that grief privately. So easy it would've been to let it consume him, but he was stronger and smarter than that. There were things to be done for the group, especially since they were open to the outsiders once more. A small part of him wished he would've been given the mantle of Ancient if only so he could drive out the outsiders the same way they had been driven out all those years ago. Another part of him found it a foolish thought and he cast it away.
Letting the outsiders into their home and into their ranks was not an easy task, but it meant times were changing for both sides. Hopefully, it meant a changed mindset. But, it also meant bolstering their ranks. That was more protection and productivity for their group. Even if it meant constantly watching your back for the next backstabber. He huffed again, shaking his head and standing from his spot, finally. It would be a cycle of debating with himself in his mind if he did not put a stop to it now. He trusted his sister, even if she was young and inexperienced in life. He had to believe in her and her decision. If she wished to keep up their open policy, then he would honor it and try not to make the outsiders too uncomfortable.
Besides, he did always wonder would so special about the sun.
With another look around camp, he stretched and then bolted forward. And went right over the edge. He angled himself to barely catch the trunk of one of the very tall trees creating their wall and with ease and familiar grace, he ran down the wall as if it were only normal ground to him. Toward the bottom, he leaped from it and landed with barely a sound. He kept his balance and his perfectly neutral expression but stood tall as he always did. Was he showing off? Possibly. His defense was that it was simply faster that way, and if he had the skill to execute it, he might as well utilize it.
He remembered being a young pup, much like his sister and possibly even younger, standing with his mother by the ruins nearest to their camp, being told stories of old. How those from the light were hateful and vile, betrayers ready to strike down any mage they saw. It made him bristle with anger, but after a thoughtful moment, he told his mother he had an important question. At the time, he had no desire for magic and still feels no tug to it as his family does. So, he asked, 'What about me? They won't hurt me.'
Maybe if they would not hurt him, he would have no reason to worry about it. It was childlike, but what else do you expect from a child. What he was told in response, though, is something he'd never forget. It was what forged him to be who he was today. No matter what he desired, these were still his people, his family. He couldn't allow those from the light near just because he was to be a warrior and not a mage. It was about loyalty and honor.
'Besides, they don't care, little one. They would rather quickly dispose of you than ever attempt to hear you out.'
A small smile came to his face as the memory played, though his heart ached. He remembered, with excitement and maybe some fear building his chest, bounding around his mother and declaring he would strike down every single creature from the light that dared try to hurt his family. With a huff, he blinked from his daydreaming. Now, he was expected to welcome those creatures with open arms. The smile faded quickly, his half-lidded gaze traveling from the spot he'd fixated on to the meeting tree.
It would be a lie to say he didn't miss his mother, but he dealt with that grief privately. So easy it would've been to let it consume him, but he was stronger and smarter than that. There were things to be done for the group, especially since they were open to the outsiders once more. A small part of him wished he would've been given the mantle of Ancient if only so he could drive out the outsiders the same way they had been driven out all those years ago. Another part of him found it a foolish thought and he cast it away.
Letting the outsiders into their home and into their ranks was not an easy task, but it meant times were changing for both sides. Hopefully, it meant a changed mindset. But, it also meant bolstering their ranks. That was more protection and productivity for their group. Even if it meant constantly watching your back for the next backstabber. He huffed again, shaking his head and standing from his spot, finally. It would be a cycle of debating with himself in his mind if he did not put a stop to it now. He trusted his sister, even if she was young and inexperienced in life. He had to believe in her and her decision. If she wished to keep up their open policy, then he would honor it and try not to make the outsiders too uncomfortable.
Besides, he did always wonder would so special about the sun.
With another look around camp, he stretched and then bolted forward. And went right over the edge. He angled himself to barely catch the trunk of one of the very tall trees creating their wall and with ease and familiar grace, he ran down the wall as if it were only normal ground to him. Toward the bottom, he leaped from it and landed with barely a sound. He kept his balance and his perfectly neutral expression but stood tall as he always did. Was he showing off? Possibly. His defense was that it was simply faster that way, and if he had the skill to execute it, he might as well utilize it.
i just be here and there
