Post by henke on Mar 20, 2020 3:38:54 GMT
When Henke was just a young child, he'd been traded into slavery. His masters had been cruel and callous, he'd seen no future for himself, and thus didn't hope for anything better. But fate had deemed him worthy of rescue, apparently, and at the first chance he got he fled carried by determination and a will to live unmatched. He would become more, he would protect his ideals, he would thrive and impart equality and fairness to those who otherwise would see none.
It felt like a lifetime ago, a lifetime of learning and training his mind and body, he had to be ready, he had to defend this place and his people. But Henke was not weak as so many liked to assume, his strength was in his resolve and his tenacity and determination. They would thrive. They would rise.
He'd always been drawn to the sea, the way it stretched into forever refusing to be bound by land the way rivers and lakes were. It was playful and welcoming, but unforgiving if one refused to respect it. The peninsula seemed like the perfect place to begin his legacy, lay down roots, and build a new home.
Henke drew in a deep breath as he padded with his awkward gait along the water's edge, just deep enough that waves lapped gently as his legs. The air was crisp and cool coming off the water, with a breeze that tousled his shaggy fur pleasantly even under the sun's warming gaze. He felt at home here, and with time he hoped many more would as well. He was sure Bjarni had been close by, but he knew the tiger to come and go on his own whims, and he was content to have a moment alone anyway.
When he was content and resolute in his decision, he drew further into the greens of the peninsula, finding a place where his voice would be carried on the wind. He threw back his head and let a long howl pierce the serene atmosphere, letting any in range know that he was here and this was his home now.