[Cyenide]

Old age is like climbing a mountain.
You climb from ledge to ledge.
The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become,
but you views become more extensive.
- Ingmar Bergman

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[OOC: This is a private role-play between myself (Apocolips) and Julek (Uri). If you would like to join this role-play please message both of us. Thank you!]

He really shouldn't be climbing mountains anymore, the old veteran thought. But his soul was light, his body happy despite the aches and pains he had suffered climbing up the mountain ridges and then coming back down. His navy eyes, sage like and wide, practically glowed. He was in the land that he had called home. Finally, he had returned to the trees, the paths that he knew. It was different, as things could not withstand the test of time. Cyenide had changed. He was older, more grey on his muzzle then what there used to be. But he walked on within the borders of Nardir, forgetting his hurts and forgetting that he was supposed to be learning the culture that it had eveolved into when he had been gone. Things had changed greatly in that aspect. 

But the old wolf ignored it. Ignored it with a passion as he explored the area he had roamed. New scents came to him, as did old ones. he did not wonder towards the western edges, as that was where the love of his life had disappeared from him forever. He was better, had overcome most of the grief, but the wolf still avoided a few things about it. He did not wonder to that spot and he stayed in the eastern edges. The east had more forests anyway to his mind. he was lost in his musings, thinking about the past. Thinking about training with Jakoby and Antink. Thought about meeting Shen, the previous alpha. He did not see the other wolves who lurked withing the woods. 

 

[Cyenide]

[Nudge?]