Post by Wolfstone on May 22, 2019 2:34:08 GMT
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He was out alone again.
Not that that was unusual. Much of his time was spent alone, the result of his avoidance of anything other than a professional friendship within the Clan. He had never really minded, not after the deaths of those that had been close to him. Tragedies of too many moons ago, Wolfstone didn't sulk over them, not anymore. He was happy to be alone.
Or rather, he used to be.
But his solo wanderings had become more and more pensive as of late, Wolfstone finding himself reflecting on a life that he had never thought was unsatisfactory. He was successful within the Clan, had worked hard to obtain strength and the respect that came with it. It had always been enough. So why was it now not? He found himself restless, not satisfied with what had been fine before. And with it, he felt his patience lowered, his scowls coming quicker and his dismissal of Clanmates more frequent. All because of some silly part of him that suddenly wasn't happy.
And so he walked. Not truly with purpose, as his actions typically were. No, this was just walking for the sake of it, to escape the Clan, to have space to do thinking about...something. Perhaps the most frustrating part of it all was the inability to understand where this sudden mood had come from.
The burly warrior's pace was slow, nearing the border that ended along two-leg place. He lingered there, the scents of his Clan mingling with the distinctive smell of kittypet. How could he be unhappy, when his fate could have been this? To be at the beck and call of a two-leg master? But such thoughts didn't console him. And his lingering continued, Wolfstone considering the stretch of two-leg homes with a small frown on his face, a symptom of his restless thoughts.
Not that that was unusual. Much of his time was spent alone, the result of his avoidance of anything other than a professional friendship within the Clan. He had never really minded, not after the deaths of those that had been close to him. Tragedies of too many moons ago, Wolfstone didn't sulk over them, not anymore. He was happy to be alone.
Or rather, he used to be.
But his solo wanderings had become more and more pensive as of late, Wolfstone finding himself reflecting on a life that he had never thought was unsatisfactory. He was successful within the Clan, had worked hard to obtain strength and the respect that came with it. It had always been enough. So why was it now not? He found himself restless, not satisfied with what had been fine before. And with it, he felt his patience lowered, his scowls coming quicker and his dismissal of Clanmates more frequent. All because of some silly part of him that suddenly wasn't happy.
And so he walked. Not truly with purpose, as his actions typically were. No, this was just walking for the sake of it, to escape the Clan, to have space to do thinking about...something. Perhaps the most frustrating part of it all was the inability to understand where this sudden mood had come from.
The burly warrior's pace was slow, nearing the border that ended along two-leg place. He lingered there, the scents of his Clan mingling with the distinctive smell of kittypet. How could he be unhappy, when his fate could have been this? To be at the beck and call of a two-leg master? But such thoughts didn't console him. And his lingering continued, Wolfstone considering the stretch of two-leg homes with a small frown on his face, a symptom of his restless thoughts.
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