Alexander Mingan (puppy__love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-07-26 15:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-21, alexander |
People always told me don't forget your roots
Who: Alexander and Vendela
Where: The woods
When: Afternoon
It was such an immensely beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky, a slight breeze on and off, and the temperature was just right. And it was by far not a rare sight for Alexander to head on out to the wooded area in town once his shift at the humane society was up. He lived for this stuff. Always had and always will. His parents had to pry him off of the trees when he was younger so he could go to bed. The outdoors was his domain as far as he was concerned and he loved every second of it. So with a pair of shorts, a worn, baggy tshirt, and a bandana - no shoes, whoever needed those? - he was off into the woods and more or less wouldn't be seen until sunset.
And Alexander didn't mind. If anything, being in the forest put his mind at ease. Hearing the animals chatter amongst themselves, feeling the rich soil underneath his bare feet, taking in the fresh scent of the wild - it was amazing. Most of his friend thought he was weird to be such a hippie during this day and age, but it never bothered the werewolf. Whatever, he was cool with it. After walking through the woods for a while, he eventually came to a small body of water in a clearing, to which he plopped on down besides and amused himself with skipping some rocks. Such a relaxing day. With a sigh, he leaned back to rest on the grass, staring up in the sky with not a single care.