10-23-2018, 12:35 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]There had been a time in his life when pride had full control of him. It fueled his desires and controlled his thoughts and actions. Thoughts of 'will this make me seem weak?' or 'how will others see me after this?' were a constant, and it became rather problematic. An individual drowning in pride had been a common horror in the sledding community. On rare occasions had it grown so bad that there had been a case over a lead sled dog cutting his life short simply because he came in second place in a preliminary race. Victor was still in training on how to even pull a sled properly during that time, but it had shaken him to the core. It made him question who he was and what goal he would achieve that would not only benefit him, but those around him. That incident had become a reality check for him, one had he appreciated to this day.
While he was fortunate enough that illness did not come easy to him, he knew those who struggled with it on a daily basis. A nephew of his had been born rather sickly and carried it all the way until today. While his nephew had grown much stronger and defied everyone's expectations, he still had to take precautions to remain healthy and alive. Victor did take what he had for granted: Health, happiness, confidence in himself. The older he got, the more did he learn to understand what it was like walking in another's pawsteps. Not everyone was as fortunate as him, but he was willing to make the effort to help lift them those who struggled up.
The silver male had taken refuge inside of his own hut, cleaning and organizing his belongings. He always enjoyed a clean house, the storm outside provided a perfect opportunity for just that. The flash of light lit up the inside of his hut, instantly catching his attention. Was that lighting? He paused, listening. No thunder followed behind it, and his curiosity began to grow. Blue eyes gazed outside, noticing the figures of Junji and Bakugou meeting a figure he was unfamiliar with. With haste did he make his way outside, not minding the warm rain. Trotting over, he caught onto the words being exchanged, but they were in a language he was unfamiliar with. Why could not everyone speak the common language? If they joined without knowing basic English, it would be extremely difficult to thrive here. Thankfully, Victor learned English from the community he grew up in. Though in return, his Russian-speaking skills had grown rather weak. He needed to work on them. Keeping his mouth shut, Victor watched, seeing no way his input was needed nor did he think of anything he would offer.
While he was fortunate enough that illness did not come easy to him, he knew those who struggled with it on a daily basis. A nephew of his had been born rather sickly and carried it all the way until today. While his nephew had grown much stronger and defied everyone's expectations, he still had to take precautions to remain healthy and alive. Victor did take what he had for granted: Health, happiness, confidence in himself. The older he got, the more did he learn to understand what it was like walking in another's pawsteps. Not everyone was as fortunate as him, but he was willing to make the effort to help lift them those who struggled up.
The silver male had taken refuge inside of his own hut, cleaning and organizing his belongings. He always enjoyed a clean house, the storm outside provided a perfect opportunity for just that. The flash of light lit up the inside of his hut, instantly catching his attention. Was that lighting? He paused, listening. No thunder followed behind it, and his curiosity began to grow. Blue eyes gazed outside, noticing the figures of Junji and Bakugou meeting a figure he was unfamiliar with. With haste did he make his way outside, not minding the warm rain. Trotting over, he caught onto the words being exchanged, but they were in a language he was unfamiliar with. Why could not everyone speak the common language? If they joined without knowing basic English, it would be extremely difficult to thrive here. Thankfully, Victor learned English from the community he grew up in. Though in return, his Russian-speaking skills had grown rather weak. He needed to work on them. Keeping his mouth shut, Victor watched, seeing no way his input was needed nor did he think of anything he would offer.