Post by amethyst on Oct 27, 2009 20:17:53 GMT -5
The brute felt unoticed, which was good, as he trotted down into the capital. He had nothing extra ordinary about him, except for his slightly smaller stature. The stranger to Dachau was occasionally greeted with a nod or smile, as seemed customary. Nobody ever stopped for a quick introductory chat, however. He thought the capital would be slightly less busy then this, but he then assumed it was so busy because of the wolves pouring in, looking for a home and a purpose. He smiled breifly, one of his extremely rare real smiles, self-conciously. The hot sun bore down upon him as the morning progressed into the early afternoon. It was already his second day here, but apparently whoever was to sort him into a pack was busy just like the city with wolves who had arrived earlier than he had, so he waited, to be sorted, to find his calling. Life as a loner had began to show it's effects, even times of plenty, and though Fallen was still at his prime, it would last no loner than a year, perhaps. He wanted to work hard in that time, and settle in a pack, where he would earn himself respect and then retire peacefully at a much older age.
He did not find himself dreaming of another mate, though he knew he might be assigned one. He wasn't quite over his previous mate and their unborn pups' deaths. He was simply just not ready to take on another mate yet. He continued to walk in large, alternating circles until he chose finally to rest in the cool grass on the side of the well-trodden paths. He lay down in a slightly dignified manner, not rolling in the grass as he stared blankly ahead, waiting.
He did not find himself dreaming of another mate, though he knew he might be assigned one. He wasn't quite over his previous mate and their unborn pups' deaths. He was simply just not ready to take on another mate yet. He continued to walk in large, alternating circles until he chose finally to rest in the cool grass on the side of the well-trodden paths. He lay down in a slightly dignified manner, not rolling in the grass as he stared blankly ahead, waiting.