01-02-2019, 11:39 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Orpheus didn't believe in luck or fate, but there are always moments in life that make him want to change his mind. The day his dad found him, the day he met his friends. Even though the world has a way of turning things against him in the end, the coincidences themselves are beautiful things. He wouldn't change a thing about his past even if he was given the option to — maybe that was his problem, how stubbornly he pushed through whatever came to him. Maybe he should wish he could start over, change the decisions he had made. Would it matter?
It doesn't now, he supposes. Life has made him into something strange, with the idea that he could help anything stuck in his head. That's where the idea of luck comes into play. He had been out hunting too — more successfully than Ollie, thankfully, though his stomach started to churn if he thought too much about what he was doing. The squirrel wasn't sentient the way that he was, they were, The Ascendants were, but he still found himself wishing he could survive off of grass sometimes. Too soft, that's what some people he knew would say, putting a squirrel above himself.
At least it makes more sense to put a child before himself. When he hears the cries, Orpheus drops his prey in an instant to jump towards the call, paws light on the ground and quiet in the grass. It takes a few ridiculous bounds to get a better line of sight and a moment to search, but urgency drives him there quickly. He knows what it means, what it's like to feel so small and hopeless, cut off from who mattered. Projecting his history onto Ollie isn't healthy, though, so he does what he can to swallow down the memories. "Hey. Hey? What's wrong? Why are you alone?"
It doesn't now, he supposes. Life has made him into something strange, with the idea that he could help anything stuck in his head. That's where the idea of luck comes into play. He had been out hunting too — more successfully than Ollie, thankfully, though his stomach started to churn if he thought too much about what he was doing. The squirrel wasn't sentient the way that he was, they were, The Ascendants were, but he still found himself wishing he could survive off of grass sometimes. Too soft, that's what some people he knew would say, putting a squirrel above himself.
At least it makes more sense to put a child before himself. When he hears the cries, Orpheus drops his prey in an instant to jump towards the call, paws light on the ground and quiet in the grass. It takes a few ridiculous bounds to get a better line of sight and a moment to search, but urgency drives him there quickly. He knows what it means, what it's like to feel so small and hopeless, cut off from who mattered. Projecting his history onto Ollie isn't healthy, though, so he does what he can to swallow down the memories. "Hey. Hey? What's wrong? Why are you alone?"
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣