[Arlen] A Second Outlook On The Wilderness
Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2020 8:11 pm
Searing 30th, 120th AoS
Daylight still lingered over the western mountains as birds still filled the air with lilted tunes, while screeching cicadas also cried echoes both near and far away. For one such as the lone wolf, this was a different approach on the territory, for Ricky had never really considered the necessity as to why he'd be out here. Even now it felt as though there was little point to the idea, and yet somehow both Captain Malkea and Hannah both thought it worth a shot. Decent as the idea was, Rickter fully understood the reason behind it, of course, otherwise, he would've never come out here, to begin with anyway.
Fourteen days ago his son had been briefly kidnapped from him, so if anything out here was the last place he wanted to be. Yet if he wanted to improve on his shortcomings, especially after the events that transpired afterward, then the wolf clearly needed to be fully comfortable with... well, everything. That meant being able to shift into forms at whim like other Rathari seemed able to do, as well as being fully aware of his capabilities within each form. Up til now, of course, Rickter had never had such concerns, but when you experience a near-death situation such as he did, then one could only either remain weak and perish, or adapt and overcome the uncertainty of chaos.
Thus while both Rickter and Hannah were mending and becoming stronger, it was imperative the wolf fully ascertain the perks of being... well a wolf. Which explains why he had been out here for the entirety of his afternoon, even if every fiber in his being still drove him to return back home. He knew he however that even if he could, he would only fail to help himself in the long run. No matter how distrustful he felt of everyone else now, he also knew that he couldn't expect to remain shut inside for the rest of Martin's childhood either.
No. That boy deserved the best his father could provide him, even if it meant wandering the wilderness to hone his predatory instincts. If anything he had gotten lucky when the kidnapping occurred, as it had only been pure luck the father discovered the location of his son. Luck and... well a couple of other factors. Still even as the wolf wandered throughout the nearby fields of Loras, he couldn't help but appreciate the noticeable traits of being a wolf. For starters he was quicker and even nimbler, then again having four paws rather did make that a possibility. As for his senses, he never doubted the usefulness of his nose, as even now he could detect all the unusual smells of nature.
A certain molehill reeked of a couple of unusual smells to be sure when he'd stopped to sniff at the upturned dirt along his path. Before too long he would have to head back, unless he wanted to linger outside beyond sundown, for now, however, he pressed onward with constant vigilance. Mindful of the brushes and rustles within leaves and tall grass, hopeful that on this brave venture of his, he would not cross another predator that stood much larger than him.
Thought
Daylight still lingered over the western mountains as birds still filled the air with lilted tunes, while screeching cicadas also cried echoes both near and far away. For one such as the lone wolf, this was a different approach on the territory, for Ricky had never really considered the necessity as to why he'd be out here. Even now it felt as though there was little point to the idea, and yet somehow both Captain Malkea and Hannah both thought it worth a shot. Decent as the idea was, Rickter fully understood the reason behind it, of course, otherwise, he would've never come out here, to begin with anyway.
Fourteen days ago his son had been briefly kidnapped from him, so if anything out here was the last place he wanted to be. Yet if he wanted to improve on his shortcomings, especially after the events that transpired afterward, then the wolf clearly needed to be fully comfortable with... well, everything. That meant being able to shift into forms at whim like other Rathari seemed able to do, as well as being fully aware of his capabilities within each form. Up til now, of course, Rickter had never had such concerns, but when you experience a near-death situation such as he did, then one could only either remain weak and perish, or adapt and overcome the uncertainty of chaos.
Thus while both Rickter and Hannah were mending and becoming stronger, it was imperative the wolf fully ascertain the perks of being... well a wolf. Which explains why he had been out here for the entirety of his afternoon, even if every fiber in his being still drove him to return back home. He knew he however that even if he could, he would only fail to help himself in the long run. No matter how distrustful he felt of everyone else now, he also knew that he couldn't expect to remain shut inside for the rest of Martin's childhood either.
No. That boy deserved the best his father could provide him, even if it meant wandering the wilderness to hone his predatory instincts. If anything he had gotten lucky when the kidnapping occurred, as it had only been pure luck the father discovered the location of his son. Luck and... well a couple of other factors. Still even as the wolf wandered throughout the nearby fields of Loras, he couldn't help but appreciate the noticeable traits of being a wolf. For starters he was quicker and even nimbler, then again having four paws rather did make that a possibility. As for his senses, he never doubted the usefulness of his nose, as even now he could detect all the unusual smells of nature.
A certain molehill reeked of a couple of unusual smells to be sure when he'd stopped to sniff at the upturned dirt along his path. Before too long he would have to head back, unless he wanted to linger outside beyond sundown, for now, however, he pressed onward with constant vigilance. Mindful of the brushes and rustles within leaves and tall grass, hopeful that on this brave venture of his, he would not cross another predator that stood much larger than him.
Thought
