[✧ the Archivist.]

username;; morray
kalon name;; tucker, although he prefers tuck !!
kalon gender;; male
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entry 459, winds are dead

It's only May 5th and I've made my way down the southern side of Scotland's Eastern Coats. The waters sure are gorgeous here. Theres a silence in the air that brings my soul peace. As I wait for my 459th sunset in a different area, I gaze across the sky. Something tells me I'm home, and I haven't gotten this feeling in more than a year... Never knowing my parents or even where I belong has lead to my sense of roaming the lands. The feeling in my heart here scares me... I've never had the sense of 'belonging' from any place I've been to, but here? Nestled among the dunes and comfortably resting is where my heart feels like it belongs.

For the past year and a half I've been traveling the world by foot, only carrying what I can on my back. I've always felt the need to, like I've never belonged or needed to stay anywhere. I've followed the wind my entire life and never thought about staying somewhere permanently. I think it would be boring, after all the things I've seen, done, and learned about. I have the faint memory of staying somewhere for almost a year, but my heart felt drained during that time. I just remember not being happy. I think it would be different here though..

In a lighter, more happy tune for myself, the sun is setting and I think it's probably one of the prettiest ones I've seen yet. The clouds are in the right spot and the light shines through in pink and sweet purple rays.The sun is a perfect orange with small flecks of white and yellow throughout the mass. As I lay here, I feel the warmth not only from the sun, but from the sand. Things here seem perfect. As the sun reaches its never ending destination I realize that my time here is coming to an end.

I can feel the winds shifting once again; they always did that for me when I needed to be lead somewhere. However, the winds aren't speaking to me now.. They've died down right when it's time for me to be lead to my next destination. I feel as if it's a sign from the Earth spirits. I look around, as if searching-- waiting, for something further to happen. Nothing... My paws curl into the sand and I instinctively lay my head down. Maybe it's not so bad to stay somewhere. Just maybe..

Signed, J.R Tucker

Went with dark colors for this one! Hope you like it! ^^

[kidcandy]

ahh he's perfect!! thank you so much