|| HAI 8D
It crossed Poet’s mind several times to head back to the rise and, you know, see what the rest of his packmates were up to lately. Not that he’d been gone for too long, but he felt like he should make some sort of effort to get to know the others better. For some reason, though, he couldn’t shake the strong sense of desire to wander around and find others to bring back with him. He wasn’t exactly recruiting, but rather if he crossed paths with another wolf who wished to be part of a family, then Poet wasn’t going to tell them no.
After the incident with Colette during their hunt, Poet felt a pang of guilt gripping his core. At least she hadn’t died, but she was injured now thanks to his massive body crashing into hers and sending her flying like it was some cartoon. And, at the very least, they had somehow managed to take down a doe in the process. And a big chunk of that doe was clamped between Poet’s jaws as he walked away from the Verdant Hills like it was some teddy bear for him to cuddle. It didn’t feel right to gorge himself on it in front of the wolf he’d injured so severely, so he just took it with him until he felt it was the right place to eat it.
Before long the lush greens of the hills dissipated into the all too familiar terrain of the wasteland outskirts - the dry, red earth that seemed to go on forever. The area Poet first crash-landed in upon entering Horizon. The first time he’d ever seen a sunset so beautiful that it absolutely captivated his entire being. And the water…
That dreaded, metallic-flavored water…
He’d never forget filling his stomach with that for the first time. It had a weird burn to it and part of him thought he was going to die after ingesting it. But he lived! Suck on that, weird water.
As the grass was pulled out from underneath him with every step, the large male soon sensed he wasn’t alone. Stopping dead in his tracks, blue eyes curiously scanned the surroundings for the source of his paranoid feeling. And, soon enough, he saw another wolf not too far away and he was drINKING THE WATER??? (If Aro is actually not drinking the water and is just thinking about it, please let me know so I can change this xD)
Immediately he started bouncing over to the other male, kind of frantically, with the meat still taking up all the space in his mouth. “No! Don’t drink that!” He exclaimed, although it was probably too muffled by the deer meat to actually understand what he was saying. But as he approached the male, before his words might have even had a chance to register with the stranger anyway, the stranger collapsed to the earth underneath him. With eyes widening, Poet hurried to his side, dropping his portion of meat a short distance behind the two warm bodies - though one body was going to turn very cold very quickly if Poet didn’t do something.
“Hey! Are you okay?” Obviously the guy wasn’t okay, seeing as how he collapsed and all, but panic started to settle in his nerves. Poet started to wonder if he just brought mass chaos everywhere he went now. As soon as he goes near someone, something bad happens and their life ends up being held in his paws.
Dec 31, 2015 12:08 PM — Post #1
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[ Edited: Dec 31, 2015 01:28 PM by Poet ]