Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 20, 2008 1:23:00 GMT -5
[OOC: My muses are horribly impaitent as of late...>.>;]
Had this been any other point in Acheron's life, he might have been afraid. Instead, he realized where he was, and resigned to his fate with a quiet dispair. He had made a wrong turn somewhere in Torquehelm, which was easy to do when you were homeless. Now he was in the Wood...
Tavor's visit that one fateful day had not done anything good for the antelope. Already feeling badly about his injuries, the news the rat mix had brought to them both had made Acheron realize...that maybe it was time to move on. He had stayed with the wolf for far to long, had gotten way to attached. The Wolf had only sheltered him when he had needed it most, a kind offer, but he couldn't expect the wolf to have the same feelings he did. He had allowed himself to fantasize to deeply about the possibilities, and then he had gotten burned. It was best to seperate himself from the Morganberry before such a thing got worse.
He had nowhere to go, however. The Wolf's house had been the only home he had ever known, but he knew he couldn't stay there anymore. He had been homeless once in his life. He knew he could do it again. It would be hard, as he had gotten so used to a bed...and a possible loved one to curl up next to, but he had to realize it had all been in his mind. He had outstayed his welcome...and this was his wake up call into reality. Who could ever love a homeless man?
He laughed bitterly as he walked deeper into the forest, wincing as the gesture tugged at the scar on his face painfully. He didn't quite know why he continued. He could still turn back and be safe, but he supposed...he just didn't care. Suicide wasn't on the mind, even though such an act would be completely considered that. No...a part of him was already dead, he realized. Again a bitter laugh. Well...he had not changed at all since coming to live with the wolf...maybe it would be much easier to slip into old habits then he thought.
