04-17-2018, 07:49 PM
[div style=""width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:12.5px;text-align:justify;line-height:115%;word-spacing:-1px;color:black;""]Daelan had been unclear on how long he had been walking about all by his lonesome. Maybe a couple weeks? Months? Time seemed to blur together and began to grow more distorted with every sunrise. He knew for a fact that he hasn't aged drastically so using this knowledge, he surmised it has been a couple months, max. Knowing this made him feel a bit more at ease. However, the lack of communication with another creature - prey doesn't count considering they don't respond - was slowly making him more rigid. He's heard of the term "lone wolf" and being of the same species as the creatures the term was based off of, he felt he should be alright going long periods of time without socialization. Sadly, this isn't the case. He relished in being alone with his thoughts, but there's a fine line between being lonely and solitude; he may have crossed over the line without realizing it. The ruddy Rottweiler yearned for companionship, but he was unaware of how to voice this. As a result, it remained in his conscious and festered in silence. To accompany his uncertainty regarding time, he had no idea where he was going. The area around him resembled a jungle and if he were being honest with himself, he didn't know how he wound up here. There was an ominous air that made him weary, though slightly curious. Not curious enough to investigate - he knew better than that. But curious enough to keep it in mind and ponder over. Though, he suppose he shouldn't question the "how's" or the "why's." He's a "lone wolf" after all.
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