08-11-2018, 11:32 AM
[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ STEVE ROGERS - TAGS - LONER - NO RANK - HE/HIM - GOLDEN RETRIEVER ◀[/glow]
Everything always seemed to come full circle for Steven Grant Rogers. Somehow everything linked up in some twisted and ironic way, a bittersweet melancholy mixture. Later in life perhaps he'd look back and smile on the memories, tell stories of them and rekindle them. However now was not that time, Steve was still sat balancing in the middle of no man's land. On one hand he could easily return to Stark and they could exchange awkward smiles and then perhaps they'd link up together again. Or perhaps Stark had already moved on and forgotten everything that the duo had been through, what they had kept between them. Albeit their relationship was confusing, Steve hadn't been able to remove his feelings from the difficult male. Their love was akin to a childhood love, hushed but exchanged between small smiles and giggles. In the simplest terms it was endearing, but the thought that Stark had already forgotten and moved on was enough to keep Steve at bay for multiple months. Instead the soldier focused on training himself in his new body, helping out loners who needed it and spending time aligning himself. Within those months that he was gone, the former lion had died in a fight, his throat torn out by a pack of wild hyenas who laughed as they attacked. The memory alone was enough to still make Steve's muscular shoulders tremble ever so slightly. Of course he couldn't stay dead however, that would have been much too simple for his lifestyle. Instead, for the fourth time he was brought back to life by whatever God was laughing at him. It seemed pointless to the male at first, but eventually he became accustomed to being alive again. Death was not in his cards, not for a while. Fate always seemed to enjoy tossing him around anyways, but Steve always missed the humor in it.
The strings of fate seemed to tie Stark and Steve together, like the moon and the Earth they seemed to orbit each other, but always just out of reach. It was bittersweet, for the two mentioned and for everyone else who watched them play out. It was a tedious game but Steve was willing to play if it meant that he would catch a glimpse at his Earth. As fate would have it, Steve would be wandering nearby searching for some food to forage for a family of small felines he had met previously. The muscular Golden Retriever was alert, nose buried near the ground and ears perked for anything that might be trying to find him. It was quick but Steven had heard something scuffle alongside the ground and before thinking he reached out and snapped his jaws over a rabbit who had been hiding among the brush. This was a start. Picking it up, the canine would begin to walk back towards the family when he heard a bear growl and snort. Hearing a yelp from another canine, Steven would take off running with the rabbit still locked in his jaws.
"Being killed by a Carebear. . . Not the greatest death. . . But, I guess. . ."
Dropping the rabbit, Steve would bunch his back legs and attempt to leap onto the bear without much thought. It was likely he'd end up injured himself within the attack, in fact it was almost impossible he'd get out of here free of any injuries. Still, his moral compass was too pointed North to simply choose to ignore the fact that he could have helped whoever this was. Steven Grant Rogers could and would not simply walk away from this. So instead here the blue eyed Golden Retriever was, attacking a bear and yelling at a random stranger.
"Run! Get outta here!" Steve wasn't sure how he'd get himself out of this predicament once he got the other male out of here, but he would figure it out. He always did, somehow.
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