THE SUN WILL SHINE :: open
Sept 6, 2017 14:25:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2017 14:25:55 GMT -5
It was odd to see a male as calculating and perspicacious as some may believe he was not know where in the world his paws were taking him. Though there was certainly some kind of goal or prize he sought out, now was not the time to hunt it down. No, for now he would merely bask in this grand summer day. He was simply...roving. A nomad with no permanent home, no pack, no family to raise and not one single care to give. Such privileges to return after a long day to some kind of group were what Seeker desired, his second-most powerful urge. His first, of course, was his very duty on this stained earth. Purge and punish. He would never consider himself an evil, malevolent beast, but perhaps actions can speak louder than words.
The motley-yet-plain-colored brutish male pushed onward through the thick vegetation of a pleasant forest until he found himself in the midst of a clearing, an immense tree towering before him. Surely there would be prey here. Summer would call for the arrival of bountiful vegetation, which meant the abrupt appearance of herbivorous prey. And where there was prey, there was always a predator, watching in the shadows, their muscles tense as they prepared to strike. In Seeker's case, "prey" didn't just include rodents or rabbits or even the occasional hoofed beast with plenty of meat to spare. No, it extended to even predators like himself: apex predators...wolves. Or perhaps he could strike up a mellow conversation with another fellow whose panic wouldn't rise immediately. Some decent social interaction could work out just as well—his charm could be turned on and off like a metaphorical switch, and his next encounter would prove what it would be set as.
The motley-yet-plain-colored brutish male pushed onward through the thick vegetation of a pleasant forest until he found himself in the midst of a clearing, an immense tree towering before him. Surely there would be prey here. Summer would call for the arrival of bountiful vegetation, which meant the abrupt appearance of herbivorous prey. And where there was prey, there was always a predator, watching in the shadows, their muscles tense as they prepared to strike. In Seeker's case, "prey" didn't just include rodents or rabbits or even the occasional hoofed beast with plenty of meat to spare. No, it extended to even predators like himself: apex predators...wolves. Or perhaps he could strike up a mellow conversation with another fellow whose panic wouldn't rise immediately. Some decent social interaction could work out just as well—his charm could be turned on and off like a metaphorical switch, and his next encounter would prove what it would be set as.
