07-12-2018, 01:09 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"] travelling over the barren wasteland had been exhausting for the young man, though he is positive it was just as tiring for everyone else. he isn't as adapted to this life as they were; older and more experienced. in comparison to his companions it could be obvious. malkyn always had an observant gaze; looking for dangers, food, shelter all at once. taking every minuscule detail in front of her and analyzing it over. the way she approached and simply moved seemed primal. the intense look in her eye that burned with an uncovered hunger. if looks could kill.
his mentor, though, practically raising him from the time he was eight year old, had tried to teach him how to survive the barren world. "you'll live if you do this." was a common phrase that repeated over in his head whenever he acted on his own. every decision had to be made with every different outcome in mind, and that in itself was overwhelming for a young boy, just rounding his next year.
thankfully they had found malkyn and talia. valor was never sure how he and finn had survived with it being just the two of them and their... dog. the mutated canine was much more monstrous than any other ghoulish thing he'd seen in the pits of radiation. as their little ragtag group began to grow and reconnect, it seemed like their chances of survival grew. even if it seemed bleak at times.
the motion to pull the coyote pelt around his neck further up toward his face had caused the reins on his horse to swerve, and in doing so had irritated his guardians lovely little monster, and a series of teeth gnashing and aggressive snarls as it fights seemingly with its life to bite off valor's head. he holds his horse back and sticks his tongue out at the maltipoo, (or what it used to be before becoming what it is now) and glances up to momentarily make eye contact with malkyn. she turned away before he could make any snide remark, and lets himself lean forward on his mounts neck.
"are we there yet?" he asks, voice muffled through the thick mane of the horse. his eyes just slightly peering around its neck to gouge a reaction from any of them in front of him, fingers curling around the coyote pelt. he lost count of the days since they began the trip. one he didn't even know where to as he hadn't really bothered to ask. it was normally to a new location after prey went scarce. off to another forest to haunt and feed on and move to the next. this one was taking entirely too long, though, and that was a risk he knew malkyn wouldn't take unless it was truly important.
his mentor, though, practically raising him from the time he was eight year old, had tried to teach him how to survive the barren world. "you'll live if you do this." was a common phrase that repeated over in his head whenever he acted on his own. every decision had to be made with every different outcome in mind, and that in itself was overwhelming for a young boy, just rounding his next year.
thankfully they had found malkyn and talia. valor was never sure how he and finn had survived with it being just the two of them and their... dog. the mutated canine was much more monstrous than any other ghoulish thing he'd seen in the pits of radiation. as their little ragtag group began to grow and reconnect, it seemed like their chances of survival grew. even if it seemed bleak at times.
the motion to pull the coyote pelt around his neck further up toward his face had caused the reins on his horse to swerve, and in doing so had irritated his guardians lovely little monster, and a series of teeth gnashing and aggressive snarls as it fights seemingly with its life to bite off valor's head. he holds his horse back and sticks his tongue out at the maltipoo, (or what it used to be before becoming what it is now) and glances up to momentarily make eye contact with malkyn. she turned away before he could make any snide remark, and lets himself lean forward on his mounts neck.
"are we there yet?" he asks, voice muffled through the thick mane of the horse. his eyes just slightly peering around its neck to gouge a reaction from any of them in front of him, fingers curling around the coyote pelt. he lost count of the days since they began the trip. one he didn't even know where to as he hadn't really bothered to ask. it was normally to a new location after prey went scarce. off to another forest to haunt and feed on and move to the next. this one was taking entirely too long, though, and that was a risk he knew malkyn wouldn't take unless it was truly important.