After his day date with Comet, a Warden who he considered to be one of his new bros, Poet was left feeling more out of his shell the following couple of days. He was gradually returning to his former self, but he was still a fragile bean. Every now and then he’d have a sudden internal break down, but he was getting better at picking himself back off his feet again. He may never recover from the news of Valentina, but he was learning how to distract himself from the sad thoughts more successfully.
With his personality trying to be in full bloom again, the male started working at patrolling the borders every so often when he wasn’t sleeping or trying to find others around to mingle with. It took him a day or two to force himself further past the Rise, but he eventually got there in time rather than retreating once he’d hit the territory markers.
And upon the first day of breaching the borders he’d gotten a whiff of something, or rather someone familiar. Too familiar for his current level of comfort and sanity. Though it was faint, it was there and tormented him.
The first time he caught wind of it in the range he immediately booked it back home with his tail tucked, figuratively speaking. He stayed at the Rise borders and just stared out for a few hours with deep breaths until he got too tired and retreated to his den for nap time. But every day since he’d come out and stare out from the borders, both hoping and not hoping to see the familiar figure somewhere in the distance.
But today was different. He’d grown enough confidence to actually delve further into the range and stay there, though he was jumpy as hell and every little noise or smell he caught made him nearly hyperventilate until he realized they were nothing of importance. He was torn between curiosity, hope, and fear. But he was tired of running and tired of being a brat about himself.
So, life, here he was. COME AT HIM, BRAH. Or don’t, whatever.
Oct 23, 2017 11:59 AM
[ ignore ]