Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind
The young shifter had always been an adventurer much to his fathers worry. It was something instilled in both twins that Ledger had never truly understood in the way perhaps his mate had. The elder bear had experienced more then his fair share of “adventure” and most of it had been unwanted and unasked for. Yet for the sheltered Sylvan Prince and Princess, they could not get enough tastes of freedom.
Now that he had it though, true freedom, he found it didn’t nearly taste as sweet as it should have.
There hadn’t been many friends growing up. He had met the occasional foal in the playground and of course those that had called Loess home. But it had always mostly just been him and his family. The four of them against the world. Even when Manny had sidled into his sister’s affections… Lillibet had always been his best friend. His only true friend. No matter how far they roamed…. There had always been them to come home too. Now… Now there was no-one.
He hadn’t expected the loneliness, the overwhelming feeling of uncertainty on what he was suppose to do with his life now. From a pampered Prince to being a displaced pauper, things had not turned out anywhere close to what he had expected. Still, he can’t find it in himself to be bitter. Can’t help but cling on to hope with a vice grip and continue to search for his sire. Ledger had to be out there and if he could find him then maybe he could find the others.
So he wanders. And he searches. Anyone he meets, he asks them if they had seen the one-eyed stallion or a white one-eyed bear. Some are kind and some are not. He looks at what little is left on the thin stretch of land that remains of the South, trying to find a clue. He never gives up because there is no other purpose than this. What else would he do? The ambitions that he had seen stirring in his twin were not ones that he particularly shared. He had simply wanted to live life, to travel and see all of what Beqanna offered, and that would have been enough for him. With a cruel jolt, he realizes that he had gotten that wish after all. So his wish changes and every night, a little prayer is whispered into the darkness that they will be all be ok and come back to him.
Today he searches the cool shadows of the Forest. It slightly reminds him of Sylva. The leaves here are different tones of lush green unlike the fiery display of the Sylvan boughs but there is a heaviness here that he also recalls from his old home and it gives him a strange feeling of nostalgia. It’s not long before he has shifted into the large black and white shape he feels most comfortable in and climbs up into the nearest tree. Settling his furry weight firmly across a large steady limb, paws dangling over the edge, he watches with sharp gold-flecked eyes below in case somebody of interest passes by.
Now that he had it though, true freedom, he found it didn’t nearly taste as sweet as it should have.
There hadn’t been many friends growing up. He had met the occasional foal in the playground and of course those that had called Loess home. But it had always mostly just been him and his family. The four of them against the world. Even when Manny had sidled into his sister’s affections… Lillibet had always been his best friend. His only true friend. No matter how far they roamed…. There had always been them to come home too. Now… Now there was no-one.
He hadn’t expected the loneliness, the overwhelming feeling of uncertainty on what he was suppose to do with his life now. From a pampered Prince to being a displaced pauper, things had not turned out anywhere close to what he had expected. Still, he can’t find it in himself to be bitter. Can’t help but cling on to hope with a vice grip and continue to search for his sire. Ledger had to be out there and if he could find him then maybe he could find the others.
So he wanders. And he searches. Anyone he meets, he asks them if they had seen the one-eyed stallion or a white one-eyed bear. Some are kind and some are not. He looks at what little is left on the thin stretch of land that remains of the South, trying to find a clue. He never gives up because there is no other purpose than this. What else would he do? The ambitions that he had seen stirring in his twin were not ones that he particularly shared. He had simply wanted to live life, to travel and see all of what Beqanna offered, and that would have been enough for him. With a cruel jolt, he realizes that he had gotten that wish after all. So his wish changes and every night, a little prayer is whispered into the darkness that they will be all be ok and come back to him.
Today he searches the cool shadows of the Forest. It slightly reminds him of Sylva. The leaves here are different tones of lush green unlike the fiery display of the Sylvan boughs but there is a heaviness here that he also recalls from his old home and it gives him a strange feeling of nostalgia. It’s not long before he has shifted into the large black and white shape he feels most comfortable in and climbs up into the nearest tree. Settling his furry weight firmly across a large steady limb, paws dangling over the edge, he watches with sharp gold-flecked eyes below in case somebody of interest passes by.
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