what am I doing here | joiner

[Abraham]

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Wandering was a way of life. Flitting from place to place because you can't, don't want to, settle down. walking and walking and walking. It had been easier when he'd had someone to follow, but he'd been alone for two years now and the urge to stop and settle down was only getting stronger. He was alone and he was scared. Scared to stop, scared to make someplace his home only for it to not be what he wanted. Scared of the possibility that he could be happy again. He didn't know how to relax and he certainly didn't know how to be in a group with other people.
He was rough, and smelly, and he wasn't that great at speaking. He wasn't too good at the whole emotion thing, and he didn't quite get how to make friends. His wife had accepted him for all of this, but who else would? He didn't have a choice anymore though. He was getting tired and worn out, he wasn't a youth anymore. His bones ached when he got up in the morning and his joints hurt when it was too cold.

Thus, He found himself on the border of a clan. He wasn't sure exactly which clan it was, but it was somewhere to be for a few days at least. Somewhere to get out of the weather "Hello. I am Abe and I am looking to join this clan, if you would have me." Lets hope they wanted an old, smelly, coyote.

"old man, look at my life" —-- abraham / tangle / misc. / dragon-