07-05-2020, 09:53 PM
Normally, Ryder didn't drink, at least not in public. If he was to drink it'd be at night, with water nearby and a bed so that he wouldn't embarrass himself by doing something due to the influence of the depressant on his mind. Today, however, Ryder had decided drinking was okay, and he had decided that it'd be okay to drink since about an hour after he'd woken up.
Thoughts swirled in his mind all morning, though he found the more he drank the quieter they got, and he just wanted them to be silent, just for today. His father had left without a word to him, and now there was a new leader in charge of the group, someone he didn't know. Not to mention he didn't know if either of his parents, at this point, were alive, and it was the same with his siblings. Ryder had been able to live with it while he'd been on his own for so long, traveling to Tanglewood for a while, but he'd started to bond with someone and make a home for himself in the swamp, and now it felt bare.
Afterall, Leroy was the only one he had really talked to so far in his time here, so it felt like he'd been abandoned. He liked having known his father and liked the beginnings of the bonding, though he couldn't help but wish there had been more bonding done. So he'd gone into the old house of the previous general in an attempt to know him a little better, and had instead found the locked up alcohol, and had decided to honor the decisions of his parents by drinking.
He'd been doing so all day thus far, empty bottles scattered around the tree trunk that the large canine lie underneath, gruff maw turned down in a frown and his brows furrowed in frustration.
How could he not be frustrated, when it seemed as though the drinks were all gone?
Thoughts swirled in his mind all morning, though he found the more he drank the quieter they got, and he just wanted them to be silent, just for today. His father had left without a word to him, and now there was a new leader in charge of the group, someone he didn't know. Not to mention he didn't know if either of his parents, at this point, were alive, and it was the same with his siblings. Ryder had been able to live with it while he'd been on his own for so long, traveling to Tanglewood for a while, but he'd started to bond with someone and make a home for himself in the swamp, and now it felt bare.
Afterall, Leroy was the only one he had really talked to so far in his time here, so it felt like he'd been abandoned. He liked having known his father and liked the beginnings of the bonding, though he couldn't help but wish there had been more bonding done. So he'd gone into the old house of the previous general in an attempt to know him a little better, and had instead found the locked up alcohol, and had decided to honor the decisions of his parents by drinking.
He'd been doing so all day thus far, empty bottles scattered around the tree trunk that the large canine lie underneath, gruff maw turned down in a frown and his brows furrowed in frustration.
How could he not be frustrated, when it seemed as though the drinks were all gone?
RYDER STARKWEATHER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI