03-18-2018, 11:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-18-2018, 11:12 PM by BASTILLEPAW.)
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — apprentice — tags
Bastille wasn't big on the whole "group living" concept. Sure, he had been born into this lifestyle, knew deep down that under normal circumstances, he might have been a normal apprentice living a normal Clan life with normal Clan interactions. He knew that. But that wasn't his life, and it never had been -- he lost that opportunity the second his mother died in labor. He could have gone back to her home, maybe, found a pathetic little fake family with all of them... but no. That had never felt right to him, and so he had turned his back on that group and set off on his own. He had acknowledged long ago that "friends" and "family" weren't something that he could have. Bastille liked to think that it was for the better.
It was more of an accident than anything else that he ended up on foreign territory. At first glance, it didn't seem like an established group of any sort -- everything was too fresh, too new. The scent markers were weak, weak enough that it took Bastille a few moments to realize that he had crossed into presumably claimed lands. With a scowl, the bengal stopped, and glanced about with an icy stare. He didn't see anyone around, but then again, with boundaries that faint it was likely that this group was small. There was a brief moment where he considered, and then he forged on, determined to cross through without running into anyone.
It wasn't like he was looking for a new home, any way.
It was more of an accident than anything else that he ended up on foreign territory. At first glance, it didn't seem like an established group of any sort -- everything was too fresh, too new. The scent markers were weak, weak enough that it took Bastille a few moments to realize that he had crossed into presumably claimed lands. With a scowl, the bengal stopped, and glanced about with an icy stare. He didn't see anyone around, but then again, with boundaries that faint it was likely that this group was small. There was a brief moment where he considered, and then he forged on, determined to cross through without running into anyone.
It wasn't like he was looking for a new home, any way.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]