May 29 2016, 04:35 PM
Baroque had been keeping himself busy, working around the clock on various projects that made his stomach grumble until he had to stop. Perhaps it was normal for some bears to go and hybernate during these parts of the cave-- but he tried not to notice the creeping absence of his sisters and parents. He kept himself busy so he didn't worry. It was the only thing that kept him from losing his mind.
The poor once-boy, now full grown adult, spent his darker hours pouring over every inch of Pisces. He occasionally ventured out to explore other areas, but primarily, his paws sought answers. The history of Maji Walezi was a buffet of memories that assaulted the senses day in and day out, but he didn't care. Sometimes he though he should worry about getting lost in the stones and water dreams, but he simply pushed on ahead.
By now he knew everything that had ever happened in Maji Walezi. He knew of Cancer and Fisher, and of the battle that led his father to fight Cancer over his mother, though he didn't dare follow the memory. He knew of Dark's death, in the tunnel just outside of his home, and he knew Bevy's death from every angle. He knew of Kerberos, and his own brother's rage. He knew them like one would know the story of a book, and he memorized details of everything and spoke very little to anyone of the things he had learned.
The rest of his time was spent on a much more important project. He knew Maji Walezi's past, but now it was his turn to leave a mark on Pisces himself. The Warrens had been a place where grass, moss, and lichen had grown over time-- and this was where he spent cycles of time bringing in new life. Where once only rolling stones of moss lay, he now had built up a bed of rich soil. It had taken numerous trips to haul dirt in junky bags he had found, but he finally had what looked like a respectable garden. Already, he had found his mother's favorite flowers, and had planted their seeds-- it was hard work, for someone without magic of water, earth, or plant, but he pressed onwards,.
Already, the first few seeds were beginning to sprout. The bear-lion hybrid stood beside his garden now, watching it with fond eyes, letting the painful memories wash out of his mind with the peaceful quiet of his hardwork.
Pisces would be a lush, beautiful place-- full of life and wonder-- soon enough. Perhaps Maji Walezi had been born of bloodshed where trust had once been, but that didn't mean it had to continue. He would fix things, somehow. Make it right. Maybe it was a silly place to start: planting flowers... But it was what felt right in his heart.
Bevy had always wanted a real garden, just like this, hadn't she?
The poor once-boy, now full grown adult, spent his darker hours pouring over every inch of Pisces. He occasionally ventured out to explore other areas, but primarily, his paws sought answers. The history of Maji Walezi was a buffet of memories that assaulted the senses day in and day out, but he didn't care. Sometimes he though he should worry about getting lost in the stones and water dreams, but he simply pushed on ahead.
By now he knew everything that had ever happened in Maji Walezi. He knew of Cancer and Fisher, and of the battle that led his father to fight Cancer over his mother, though he didn't dare follow the memory. He knew of Dark's death, in the tunnel just outside of his home, and he knew Bevy's death from every angle. He knew of Kerberos, and his own brother's rage. He knew them like one would know the story of a book, and he memorized details of everything and spoke very little to anyone of the things he had learned.
The rest of his time was spent on a much more important project. He knew Maji Walezi's past, but now it was his turn to leave a mark on Pisces himself. The Warrens had been a place where grass, moss, and lichen had grown over time-- and this was where he spent cycles of time bringing in new life. Where once only rolling stones of moss lay, he now had built up a bed of rich soil. It had taken numerous trips to haul dirt in junky bags he had found, but he finally had what looked like a respectable garden. Already, he had found his mother's favorite flowers, and had planted their seeds-- it was hard work, for someone without magic of water, earth, or plant, but he pressed onwards,.
Already, the first few seeds were beginning to sprout. The bear-lion hybrid stood beside his garden now, watching it with fond eyes, letting the painful memories wash out of his mind with the peaceful quiet of his hardwork.
Pisces would be a lush, beautiful place-- full of life and wonder-- soon enough. Perhaps Maji Walezi had been born of bloodshed where trust had once been, but that didn't mean it had to continue. He would fix things, somehow. Make it right. Maybe it was a silly place to start: planting flowers... But it was what felt right in his heart.
Bevy had always wanted a real garden, just like this, hadn't she?
if i tried,
you'd probably be hard to find
you'd probably be hard to find