 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:06 am
Of course, that was usually the case, wasn't it? Wandering along without much direction, simply clinging to the fringes of a territory in an attempt to avoid any and all Helixes. He was one who constituted a day without any interaction at all to be quite a good day indeed - it was only made better if he had managed to bring down a rabbit, or in some rare circumstances, a fawn. He had never been a good hunter, really. Always bumbling around and scaring off the prey. It was one reason he had never been able to stay with a pack for more than a few weeks. Each time he thought had had a home (elation, belonging, hope), it was an image that was always destroyed (rejection, depression, fear) within a short matter of time.
He didn't know why he bothered anymore.
It was a primal need, naturally. It wasn't as if he joined out of wanting to join, no. It was a need to feel safe, a need for a family, a need to belong that always brought him into a pack, just as it was their need for strength, food, stability that brought them to throw him out. He was not useful, he knew, in any way, shape or form, and it manifested itself through his past, his mistakes. Lately, however, he had been ignoring that need, ignoring it at all costs. He was more fearful of the inevitable dejection than he was of almost anything else, and as such, he had come to the conclusion that it was no longer worth it.
He could hunt, and would support himself.
He had done it for long enough now.
Oh, yet if only he had been paying attention! Wandering alone often leads one to block out all else other than your intended destination, or in his case, unintended. He had not seen the pink and white female, not had he smelled her - the wind was in her favor, you see. It was only when she spoke that he suddenly froze up, hidden in a thicket of bamboo mere feet from where she stood. His mind grappled for control with his instinct, which was to drop to the ground and surrender in case she had seen him, or slink away, had she not. Eventually, instinct won out, and he fell to the ground with an unceremonious thump and proceeded to hide his eyes with his paws. 'Oh please, oh please,' he pleaded quietly, 'Let her be on her way. Let her take no notice of me. Oh please, oh please.'
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