11-19-2018, 07:56 PM
In life, the luckless wolverine had desired for nothing more than peace. Peace, equity, and happiness. Some higher power implied that this was impossible, however, and instead of an existence prolonged elation, Wendell had been strapped in to a conveyor belt of nothing but tragedy and suffering. Years ago, he had discovered similar groups in a similar format as the ones local in these parts. Enticed by the promise of family and protection, the Brit eagerly enrolled in their ranks, and no sooner found himself the love and happiness which he had been fiercely seeking. Then, a forlorn circumstance forced him to lose his home, the name of which remains forgotten, and those who shared it with him. While weeks passed by him like snowflakes on a windy morning, his line had been cast into a lake of sheer sadness and despair, and it was only recently that he had finally left those waters and dried off (in a different plane of existence, no less). Snowbound had been his saving grace, it would be the tool in turning his life around; until a dire circumstance, very much akin to the one that lost him his old group, came into play. Emotionally, history had repeated itself. Once more, he had lost everything - his home, his safety, and whatever relationships he had in Snowbound.
Now, there was talk of a potential flood that could cause Sunhaven great catastrophe. Needless to say, Wendell was stressed.
His brown bulbs gazed blankly into Atbash’s figure as she described the lack of familiar faces in her situation, fear briefly rising up in his chest, prior to thinking, Dimitri is here, she’s in the Ascendants, surely there’s others sprinkled here and there throughout. She continued to speak, and Wendell’s fortune may have peaked right now, as Atbash (hopefully) could not view the awkward expression he had made while she renounced him being a coward; it was a mismatched cross between a smile and widened eyes out of percussion, which held faint traces of tears. All along, the dawnguard theorized that the Cipher decried him as a loser, a baby, a jellyfish, a quitter. Though, now he could recognize that the former Hailcaller was not one to hold grudges, and by god was he thankful for it.
Her last remark appeared to be a sentence unfinished, something to be continued. Eagerly, he complied. "It’s very hard, indeed, especially when everything you’ve ever known just disappears like that," the wolverine agreed, his final utterance emphasized by a thud on the moist ground with a forepaw. Furniture, memories, friends, everything, they all came to a close when in the chaotic clutches of a catastrophe, and it was with great hope that the rest of his life could go without an event alike those in the past.
”But, I do like it here,” he’d then ensure hesitantly, ”though, I certainly believe that some better decisions could be made; th’ concept of peace isn’t as appreciated as it was in Snowbound.”
Now, there was talk of a potential flood that could cause Sunhaven great catastrophe. Needless to say, Wendell was stressed.
His brown bulbs gazed blankly into Atbash’s figure as she described the lack of familiar faces in her situation, fear briefly rising up in his chest, prior to thinking, Dimitri is here, she’s in the Ascendants, surely there’s others sprinkled here and there throughout. She continued to speak, and Wendell’s fortune may have peaked right now, as Atbash (hopefully) could not view the awkward expression he had made while she renounced him being a coward; it was a mismatched cross between a smile and widened eyes out of percussion, which held faint traces of tears. All along, the dawnguard theorized that the Cipher decried him as a loser, a baby, a jellyfish, a quitter. Though, now he could recognize that the former Hailcaller was not one to hold grudges, and by god was he thankful for it.
Her last remark appeared to be a sentence unfinished, something to be continued. Eagerly, he complied. "It’s very hard, indeed, especially when everything you’ve ever known just disappears like that," the wolverine agreed, his final utterance emphasized by a thud on the moist ground with a forepaw. Furniture, memories, friends, everything, they all came to a close when in the chaotic clutches of a catastrophe, and it was with great hope that the rest of his life could go without an event alike those in the past.
”But, I do like it here,” he’d then ensure hesitantly, ”though, I certainly believe that some better decisions could be made; th’ concept of peace isn’t as appreciated as it was in Snowbound.”