Post by Cooper Ballion on Jun 25, 2009 11:19:04 GMT -5
It was early evening and the moon was full. As a matter of fact the moon seemed to fill the sky completely on this evening. Just to look up at it seemed to take the commanders breath away but it also gave him comfort and the peace of mind that he needed to think. There were so many things happening in his life right now. The Fort was beginning to have a great influx of new beasts and the activity of his new command was a bee-hive of activity. Not to mention all of the internal things that the male otter had to deal with. He Needed this time to think, to ponder and to put things into perspective.
Cooper loved being at the Stable, especially when he could be alone there. The animals seemed more understanding then the beasts that he came into contact with from day to day, not that he really talked to them. Really he had no friends and so this left him with no other English speaking creature to communicate with. At times he felt as though he would lose his mind but he was never that lucky. No he was forced to deal with his problems, his thoughts that abused his brain and taunted him until he had to get drunk.
The brute of a male finished brushing his horse and moved over to the place where he usually kept his 'stash', that being more then a dozen bottled of assorted wines, very fine wines, the kind that didn't leave you with a smashing headache in the morning. Coop popped the cork to one bottle and proceeded to drink from the bottle itself. He sat on the nearest hay bale and began to ponder the recent events, but mostly of the female that went by the name of Shazza Vandalin. At the meeting he couldn't ask her anything personal. No beast probably even realized that they knew each other. The male was very good at hiding things, especially his own feelings.
Right now he sat in the shadows of the barn, perched upon the bale in the corner, escaping the beating down rays of the moon so that he felt safe and even more alone. At times the gray areas actually brought him comfort. It's tender paws often held him so tenderly at his greatest time of need. And right now he needed to escape his past, his memories and the idea that he could ever be happy. There were so many hopes and dreams that he entertained and all of them now gone by the earth shattering change of events that he would rather not recall but that which his mind forces him too.
Eagerly he takes another long drink of his wine, hoping to drown out those echos of memories from the past, his past life, the life that was suppose to be his 'happily ever after'....