My word (o, Kekoa)
Feb 28, 2015 21:01:25 GMT -5
Post by East on Feb 28, 2015 21:01:25 GMT -5
Dominic didn't break his promises.
Even when they were made to a mother he'd not seen since before he was a year old, who'd left them; even if it was late, if they were no longer around after all the time that had passed, a promise was a promise and Dominic would be damned if he didn't try.
Arguably, he wasn't ready for the journey across the city to the kinder territory of Cascaro. Only recently recovered from a near fatal infection, with gradual weight gain starting to fill the sharp dips of his sides, it would have been true. But Dominic refused to wait regardless. A chunk of his life had been stolen- he didn't have time to be patient. Nor was he willing to stand idle at the pack's border like etiquette demanded until a patrol came across him. Then there would be inquiries to answer, then answers to wait for, pissin' protocols and pissin' policies-- fuck that. Dom just wanted to find his half brothers and skip any other process entirely.
Maybe he was a bit fired up by the time he arrived on their land, keen to get it out of the way with no prior experience with a pack. His muscles ached as Dominic pressed on their tolerance and the cold was beginning to make him shake. He was impatient to be better, as well, but it was taking an age. Dom's hazel eyes glanced over snow covered bushes as his paws steps crunched on the white surface, his scruffy tail loosely waving at his hind legs. After a few minutes the Agilulfo male curled his lip and began to whistle so he would not have to walk in silence. It was a tune Grimshaw used to make, but he never heard his pa whistle no more.
// Open to Kekoa/police force