04-26-2018, 11:15 PM
He rubbed his antler on a mossy stone, ice eyes glazed as he considered turbulent thoughts. In the most previous Rut, he found himself at the mercy of Thran, and lost his crown to the stag. Siberna was surprised to find little ire in his chest, though the spar was valiant and he fed every ounce of effort into his battle. Yet, how could he be bitter if the battle was fairly won? In truth, he supposed he was relieved. The experiences had evolved him, and now he held opportunity to discover other elements of himself. To relinquish the weight and instead assist in a portion of the responsiblity held by the King's standing. Peace thrived where stern anxiety once ruled. Arklov was his herd, nomatter his standing within their ranks. He would not sacrifice generations for his own pride.
Tired of the grating rub, Sibe ceased his sub-conscious tick and continued along the narrow crevass twisting between two mammoth stone faces. A narrow cut, perhaps formed by water years ago, though a small mountain. He enjoyed the solitude and allure of it's nearly clausterphobic design. Grey slate and blue ice glittered under a soft yellow sun. Shadows cradled him, so the chill edged under his thick pelt and touched his flesh. Siberna inhaled mountain air and relased with a satisfied sigh.
A clearing revealed the opposing mountain side, where the path twisted to the right and a sweep of sky, ridges, and valleys was exposed. Siberna tilted towards the left instead, and picked his way along a parilous side trail to the marriage of wild grass and granite. Flicking his tail and ears with satisfied pleasure, he considered his open area before dropping his head to graze.
Tired of the grating rub, Sibe ceased his sub-conscious tick and continued along the narrow crevass twisting between two mammoth stone faces. A narrow cut, perhaps formed by water years ago, though a small mountain. He enjoyed the solitude and allure of it's nearly clausterphobic design. Grey slate and blue ice glittered under a soft yellow sun. Shadows cradled him, so the chill edged under his thick pelt and touched his flesh. Siberna inhaled mountain air and relased with a satisfied sigh.
A clearing revealed the opposing mountain side, where the path twisted to the right and a sweep of sky, ridges, and valleys was exposed. Siberna tilted towards the left instead, and picked his way along a parilous side trail to the marriage of wild grass and granite. Flicking his tail and ears with satisfied pleasure, he considered his open area before dropping his head to graze.