07-29-2018, 02:23 PM
He often came to the Field, quietly observing the interactions happening around him. He had settled here and there, but no place had ever truly felt like home. Immortality had its disadvantages, and he always found himself hungering for the glacial caress of the Tundra. His mother had plopped him on that doorstep as a babe and left him for his father to raise. From what he understood, she had done him a kindness. Everything was different now, though he was becoming familiar with the change.
He padded across the field with no intentions. He was not looking for a home per say, but he also was not here to offer one. He had once again grown tired of his vagabond status, and wanted to re-assimilate back into society. The field was the best place to do this. He settled quietly below an old weathered oak, using its shade to shield himself from the warm spring sun. He let out a breath, relaxed, and waited for the dance of the Field to begin.
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He padded across the field with no intentions. He was not looking for a home per say, but he also was not here to offer one. He had once again grown tired of his vagabond status, and wanted to re-assimilate back into society. The field was the best place to do this. He settled quietly below an old weathered oak, using its shade to shield himself from the warm spring sun. He let out a breath, relaxed, and waited for the dance of the Field to begin.
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