The plains were not a bad thing to be witnessing, although he still plagued himself with the inevitable. The feelings that had tickled him long enough to feel his paws moving with some obstinate feeling of drive. Eagerness was still dipping across him, but he also felt the pull of making the hunt. Finding himself capable once again.
Meeting Apollo’s brother had been… not as off-putting as he would have assumed. Instead, there was a brightness, and the warmth that had trickled across his face had been true. He liked the big, burly male who hadn’t been sure of what to do. Bragi thrived on being one who could stand with a hunger on his face, ready to take on the world.
Even though by now, he was beginning to acknowledge with the changing season that he had shirked on the other half of him. As he was getting older, he felt less and less a bard. The inclination was still there to talk, but he uttered things on his words that were friendlier by other means. Part of him, even now, turned his gaze sunwards - craving.
Perhaps he ought to have purged, cleansed himself in the ocean water before he had left. The regret touched his lips for a moment, and he could only hope that things would rise in his favor. For now, his nose pushed through the dying snow, looking for tracks. Something to bring down, something to give back to the earth to keep him living.
Oct 19, 2017 04:37 PM
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