May 03 2016, 12:06 AM
Another day of impeccable loneliness. The leering feeling of doom held itself firmly to the beast's heart, gripping a little tighter in every passing day that he neither came to meet new or old friends. Sure, he had passed many and been threatened once or twice, but that positive attention he sought for was nowhere to be found, buried deep somewhere in the caves of Origin. Little did the big brute know, however, that his current depression was just the predecessor for his oncoming musth, a first of firsts for his coming of age. Four cycles had come and gone and now, here he was, with swollen glands, large tusks, and drive that was only just peaking, but remained misunderstood. With a low rumbling call to any who could hear such a roar, he carried on, feet slowly rising and falling in pattern. His tail swung, occasionally switching at a biting bug. Ears waved a little, trunk fidgeting and nabbing up green when it was available. Large brown eyes stared ahead, able to see onward for ages, but only catching the next curve of the tunnel instead. His back wasn't far from the low ceiling, the extra-low spots grazing him from time to time, which he never seemed to really take notice to. Atsila was a lonely bull, seeking some company; a kind he was not yet aware of. ---- "Speech." Thoughts. OOC: Tag: @ |