Post by x.azaelia//away on Jul 12, 2010 18:05:05 GMT -5
[/font]ARGO;;hello i love you
won't you tell me your name?
The limp was about enough to drive any sane wolf into madness.
While once, Argo had been able to carry himself quite easily across the lands on a pair of legs that worked quite fine, if he did say so himself, they were nearly failing him now. One of them had, due to the length of his journey and the arthritis he refused to admit existed, he had gained a rather awful limp. He shook his hind right leg for a moment, frowning furiously as he did so, in hopes that this would somehow cure the pains in his leg that didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.
The older wolf had wandered for a while now...months, had it been? Probably. Well, if you wanted to get really technical, Argo had been wandering since his original pack had kicked him out and told him that it was time to start a family of his own. With a slight whine as he took another step, he realized how much he regretted having never taken his parents' advice to heart. He could hardly picture them in his mind now...but they had led such a wondrous life, when he thought about it. Far more wondrous than his own...
His life that was filled with sadness and loneliness...he had never settled down. But why would he? There were so many beautiful she-wolves in the world, and it was too much of a large decision for Argo to simply settle for the first one who struck him as lovely.
The old wolf grunted and sat his bottom down, deciding that he'd had enough walking. Hell, he'd had enough walking miles ago, but he'd kept going. He panted loudly, tongue slipping in and out of his muzzle quickly as it yearned for water. It had been a long journey...a never-ending journey, even, because he never would properly settle down, would he? It wasn't that Argo didn't want to stop -- but things always happened, and in the end, it would be decided that he wasn't staying...it had been that way for much of his life, thus far, hadn't it? Why should it stop now?
He sighed, feeling fatigue creep over his old bones. They longed for rest, for sleep...Argo felt his body start to crouch into a lying down position, when something occurred to the old wolf, something that made him straighten and his head jerk up uncertainly as he realized it.
He wasn't in open land anymore. The places Argo had travelled in before now had been either unclaimed or the lands set aside for loners, they hadn't been ones in which any wolves lived. He swallowed hard, glancing around wildly. Then again, perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.
Here he had been, wishing and longing for some companionship, wishing and longing that he could go back in time and perhaps change the path that he had taken so that he could have settled down into a family of his own...and here was a pack. A smile crept over the old wolf's snowy muzzle.
While once, Argo had been able to carry himself quite easily across the lands on a pair of legs that worked quite fine, if he did say so himself, they were nearly failing him now. One of them had, due to the length of his journey and the arthritis he refused to admit existed, he had gained a rather awful limp. He shook his hind right leg for a moment, frowning furiously as he did so, in hopes that this would somehow cure the pains in his leg that didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.
The older wolf had wandered for a while now...months, had it been? Probably. Well, if you wanted to get really technical, Argo had been wandering since his original pack had kicked him out and told him that it was time to start a family of his own. With a slight whine as he took another step, he realized how much he regretted having never taken his parents' advice to heart. He could hardly picture them in his mind now...but they had led such a wondrous life, when he thought about it. Far more wondrous than his own...
His life that was filled with sadness and loneliness...he had never settled down. But why would he? There were so many beautiful she-wolves in the world, and it was too much of a large decision for Argo to simply settle for the first one who struck him as lovely.
The old wolf grunted and sat his bottom down, deciding that he'd had enough walking. Hell, he'd had enough walking miles ago, but he'd kept going. He panted loudly, tongue slipping in and out of his muzzle quickly as it yearned for water. It had been a long journey...a never-ending journey, even, because he never would properly settle down, would he? It wasn't that Argo didn't want to stop -- but things always happened, and in the end, it would be decided that he wasn't staying...it had been that way for much of his life, thus far, hadn't it? Why should it stop now?
He sighed, feeling fatigue creep over his old bones. They longed for rest, for sleep...Argo felt his body start to crouch into a lying down position, when something occurred to the old wolf, something that made him straighten and his head jerk up uncertainly as he realized it.
He wasn't in open land anymore. The places Argo had travelled in before now had been either unclaimed or the lands set aside for loners, they hadn't been ones in which any wolves lived. He swallowed hard, glancing around wildly. Then again, perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.
Here he had been, wishing and longing for some companionship, wishing and longing that he could go back in time and perhaps change the path that he had taken so that he could have settled down into a family of his own...and here was a pack. A smile crept over the old wolf's snowy muzzle.
hello i love you
let me jump in your game
[/blockquote]let me jump in your game
