08-21-2018, 09:28 AM
//there could be a trigger warning for pain/gore later on
Guilty paws shuffled through the blanket of snow he had become so familiar with in the past while, each step shooting another slug of disgrace into his system. The rest of Snowbound must despise him for his recent actions, though that was nothing on how much he despised himself. His clanmates needed all the help they could get from each other, all the while Wendell took a powder, shambling desperately to Sunhaven for aid, though the only business that came out of that visit was pity, angry demeanours, and a small bag of medicinal herbs that could have just as easily been acquired here. What felt like a permanent blueness overcast the routine happiness which was his personality, solely in reaction to his failure. The sadness was so strong that he was too weak to cry, the act of so he hysterically desired to do in this situation.
Too distraught to face the full-on force of his clanmates’ disappointed stares, the evening’s lack of brightness made for a good protector as the wolverine attempted to stealthily make his way into the clan’s grounds. Why he returned at all, Wendell had no clue. It was fairly obvious he’d get harmed on reappearance, either by the dastardly Pitt, or by those in Snowbound unimpressed by his decisions. A large selection of other clans were available for the choosing pleasure, a thought that originally sprung to life when he visited Sunhaven. The Ascendants sounded interesting with the whole knowledge gimmick, while Sunhaven itself looked appealing due to the trading aspect. No. Contrary to everyone’s beliefs, every ounce of loyalty he had was dedicated to his home, whether they liked it or not. It may not seem so, but his decision to leave was, in his heart, for the greater good; the results may not show it, though.
This was all to pass. The Pitt would be out of here come no time at all. It was best for Wendell to accept the consequences of his actions. Things would get better.
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
Guilty paws shuffled through the blanket of snow he had become so familiar with in the past while, each step shooting another slug of disgrace into his system. The rest of Snowbound must despise him for his recent actions, though that was nothing on how much he despised himself. His clanmates needed all the help they could get from each other, all the while Wendell took a powder, shambling desperately to Sunhaven for aid, though the only business that came out of that visit was pity, angry demeanours, and a small bag of medicinal herbs that could have just as easily been acquired here. What felt like a permanent blueness overcast the routine happiness which was his personality, solely in reaction to his failure. The sadness was so strong that he was too weak to cry, the act of so he hysterically desired to do in this situation.
Too distraught to face the full-on force of his clanmates’ disappointed stares, the evening’s lack of brightness made for a good protector as the wolverine attempted to stealthily make his way into the clan’s grounds. Why he returned at all, Wendell had no clue. It was fairly obvious he’d get harmed on reappearance, either by the dastardly Pitt, or by those in Snowbound unimpressed by his decisions. A large selection of other clans were available for the choosing pleasure, a thought that originally sprung to life when he visited Sunhaven. The Ascendants sounded interesting with the whole knowledge gimmick, while Sunhaven itself looked appealing due to the trading aspect. No. Contrary to everyone’s beliefs, every ounce of loyalty he had was dedicated to his home, whether they liked it or not. It may not seem so, but his decision to leave was, in his heart, for the greater good; the results may not show it, though.
This was all to pass. The Pitt would be out of here come no time at all. It was best for Wendell to accept the consequences of his actions. Things would get better.
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]