05-12-2019, 12:08 AM
he was hesitant. rightly so. how long had it been since he had stepped paw in a functioning society? or even attempted to become apart of one? it felt like decades... perhaps it was. years began to blend into the other after the first few decades of living. especially so long after life expectancy.
mikolaj could laugh at that. life expectancy. what a fucking joke. if only he had one anymore.
it was part of the recent he had contemplated coming back to society. he was getting more frivolous with his feeding times. mikolaj could feel himself slipping with control. he had begun targeting the weak and vulnerable, something he never would have considered a few years ago. he still couldn't shake off his last meal. they had traveled for a couple months before she completely trusted him... and he drank from her. for several moments he went back and forth with bringing her back as one of his own, but stopped himself. the last attempt had gone terribly wrong... he would just have to put her out of her misery afterward.
living among citizens would hopefully curb this forming habit. maybe if he were surrounded by more. ones that could make him think twice. chase him off if he did succeed... it was partially thought through at least.
there was talk of some growing city surrounded by marsh nearby from some villages on the outskirts. mikolaj hadn't stayed with them for more than a few days before traveling further on, following the vague directions given. eventually he came upon what looked to be this tanglewood home. the shepherd carefully waded through the swamps, sticking close to the curled roots of redwoods that lined the area.
he wondered how much farther was left until he would run into something more stable. the ground constantly gave way beneath his paws creating some suction-like force around his ankles. every step was followed with a sharp jerk of the leg to keep him from sinking in. it was frustrating to say the least, but at least he knew that there was some form f protection that would make one's blood boil before coming to land. he was also acutely aware of the traps set underneath the water and muck- clever.
at last he reached a dense forest area. thicker tree's and higher ground. thank god. mikolaj decided this would be the best time to pause, leaning against a mossy stump and resting his chin over it. he closed his eyes for a moment, his ears still perked and legs tensed to react if someone was unfortunate enough to think he was vulnerable.
"SPEECH"
mikolaj could laugh at that. life expectancy. what a fucking joke. if only he had one anymore.
it was part of the recent he had contemplated coming back to society. he was getting more frivolous with his feeding times. mikolaj could feel himself slipping with control. he had begun targeting the weak and vulnerable, something he never would have considered a few years ago. he still couldn't shake off his last meal. they had traveled for a couple months before she completely trusted him... and he drank from her. for several moments he went back and forth with bringing her back as one of his own, but stopped himself. the last attempt had gone terribly wrong... he would just have to put her out of her misery afterward.
living among citizens would hopefully curb this forming habit. maybe if he were surrounded by more. ones that could make him think twice. chase him off if he did succeed... it was partially thought through at least.
there was talk of some growing city surrounded by marsh nearby from some villages on the outskirts. mikolaj hadn't stayed with them for more than a few days before traveling further on, following the vague directions given. eventually he came upon what looked to be this tanglewood home. the shepherd carefully waded through the swamps, sticking close to the curled roots of redwoods that lined the area.
he wondered how much farther was left until he would run into something more stable. the ground constantly gave way beneath his paws creating some suction-like force around his ankles. every step was followed with a sharp jerk of the leg to keep him from sinking in. it was frustrating to say the least, but at least he knew that there was some form f protection that would make one's blood boil before coming to land. he was also acutely aware of the traps set underneath the water and muck- clever.
at last he reached a dense forest area. thicker tree's and higher ground. thank god. mikolaj decided this would be the best time to pause, leaning against a mossy stump and resting his chin over it. he closed his eyes for a moment, his ears still perked and legs tensed to react if someone was unfortunate enough to think he was vulnerable.
"SPEECH"
