[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by Shark on March 4, 2009, 6:00 pm
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How many years has it been? At least, he thinks its years? It could be a year and some odd number of months since he has been missing from home – no, not missing, just gone. The apple never fell far from the tree with Shark, he wanders just like his mother does; he is just as tall, and broad, and thick-bodied as she is too.
He has his father’s eyes perhaps, and maybe he acts a little like him, but he looks like himself with his long waving black hair and drafty build. His coat has no other color in it really, some purple-red highlights from all the times he stood in the sun to feed from the rays like a dragonfly. He still likes dandelion flowers, he likes the way they can just float away into some other world with a simple breath of air against them. It reminds Shark of himself in a way, the way he can just pick up and go completely carefree and return some odd number of days later and everything is the same.
Dandelions. Hm. Funny things.
He appears lost in thought now as he lingers through the woods wondering to himself about everything that might have changed but didn’t. He knows it didn’t but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about it. What he does know is that he is no longer small the way he used to be when he walked this path, and finds strange humor in the fact that he has to bend his head down to get underneath the lower branches. Somewhere not far off in the distance is another wolf that he remembers, and that he loves, who makes him smile when he sees her eyes reflecting in the light.
“Wolfers.” She never changed.
He understands everything.
He understands nothing.
“I’m home.” And he’s stuck behind a branch that is too low until he summons up a gusty patch of wind and fire to roast the road block until it drops smoldering to the ground. Carefully he steps over it as if nothing happened, plumes of smoke curling from between the thick black curls draped over his side. “I missed you.”
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