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thechanged2013-09-04 10:27 pm
earnedmystripes) wrote in thechanged2013-09-04 10:27 pm
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Looks like we've got ourselves a Good Samaritan--whatever that is | Day 4 [ Open ]
As it turned out, he didn't have any more idea what to do with himself on the fourth day since that strange dream-memory than he had had on the first. He wanted to know more about himself, about that woman in his dream...but most of all, what was meant by that promise. But none of those he'd spoken to yet recognized the word 'hero' from their own dreams--even the silver-haired Fairest that had been with him upon awakening, whose dream had also involved protection as a theme, had not heard of such a concept.
Attempting to ask every single inhabitant of the house what their dream had been about seemed like an impossible task, however, and short of that he was a bit at a loss of how to chase after his answers. But he wouldn't just sit around and do nothing, either, so he found himself just...wandering from area to area. One thing he'd found over the course of his first days aware that he could remember was that there was a certain...fulfillment, in helping others, easing the sharpest edges of the uncertainty that came with trying to sort through the murky haze that was his own mind. It was simple and natural, something that made sense when very little else did: helping people was important...and it made him happy.
Until he could figure out his dream, find just who he was...he could content himself with this much, perhaps.
[ooc: Feel free to run into him anywhere! He's just sort of wandering aimlessly, attempting to be helpful, though he's certainly not averse to casual chit-chat. :'D Only thing of note is that the palm of his left hand is burned, shoddily wrapped in a torn strip of a sheet from the master bedroom.]
Attempting to ask every single inhabitant of the house what their dream had been about seemed like an impossible task, however, and short of that he was a bit at a loss of how to chase after his answers. But he wouldn't just sit around and do nothing, either, so he found himself just...wandering from area to area. One thing he'd found over the course of his first days aware that he could remember was that there was a certain...fulfillment, in helping others, easing the sharpest edges of the uncertainty that came with trying to sort through the murky haze that was his own mind. It was simple and natural, something that made sense when very little else did: helping people was important...and it made him happy.
Until he could figure out his dream, find just who he was...he could content himself with this much, perhaps.
[ooc: Feel free to run into him anywhere! He's just sort of wandering aimlessly, attempting to be helpful, though he's certainly not averse to casual chit-chat. :'D Only thing of note is that the palm of his left hand is burned, shoddily wrapped in a torn strip of a sheet from the master bedroom.]
apologies for the delay!
As a pet, he generally went where the keeper told him to, so he didn't have any particular area that could be deemed his "usual" haunts. Nonetheless, the other Beast does not register as familiar from the vague, hazy things he can recall of his time spent with the Keeper, so he simply shrugs and offers a smile.
"Don't think I have either. Yo."
No problem, sorry about mine, too!
He masks it after a moment. No, there's no point in being jealous. Master is gone. Who knows how long the Master had been gone. Making allies was the most important step at the moment for everyone, that much the wolf was certain of. "Have you found anything interesting?" he asked, curious. The gardens were his home when he hadn't been fighting, that much he remembered from the haze even though he didn't think he had been in the gardens for long at all at a time.