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Do you hear it calling you back? - Tarot - 5/12/2026
Now he’d heard a series of gobbles, clucks and rustling of the such about an hour or two before sunset, not too much further than where he was originally. He’d started the process of tracking them a good.. well it wasn’t that long ago! He was a mighty fine tracker, if he did say so himself.. and he did; However for some odd reason there was still no sighting of the source of the earlier clucking and gobbles. Be it the growl of his stomach or the pride in his chest, he was now on a strict mission to find these turkeys.. or at least something better.
The sun had already reached below the horizon and the shifting colors of the sky had slowly started to settle into a deep blue, and instead of sleeping calling it a night as he normally would, he had decided (albeit reluctantly) to get up and do some roaming. Sleep seemed to be avoiding him, though he had just been passing through this area regardless, nothing planned.. no goal or destination, just.. going.
He wouldn’t allow himself to mingle on the thought of loneliness for too long, he was much too busy for that! Walking here and.. and walking there as well.. oh! And hunting of course! All these things, sooo many things kept the creeping of such thoughts and feelings from lingering, and he quite liked it that way! Those mushy feelings didn’t feel the greatest, messed with his mojo and whatnot..
He had come to enjoy his routine, the solitude of it all, the freedom of not quite being held back to one place, however, though he was still new to this.. strange world, he convinced there were still a few sights to see, faces to remember or forget, parties to be had and boy could these strangers party! It wasn’t hard finding a good time.. though keeping it was another story. In his life before, he at least had his horse to talk to, wherever he went, she went, but here? Well the birds weren’t exactly great company.. quite rude ones actually..
A soft sigh would heave from his chest, and his pair of copper eyes would shift to the twinkling lights that’d slowly but surely began to make their way across the sky, peaking through the clouds.. he was kind enough to himself to at least admit he did miss home, the life before.. however the label of ‘lonely’ was still far to much of a stretch; he was simply… in want of company, yes! Not too sappy, jusssst right.
His steps continued, the cool breeze of the night passing through his fur and just when he began to convince himself that the forest was playing tricks on him instead of the fact that his tracking skills might’ve been at fault that evening, the scent of his turkeys returned to him. Considering the sun was down and those fat birds usually started settling around this time, his dinner would be as easy as lickin’ butter off a knife.. besides, how hard would it be hunting a bunch of sleeping oversized chickens?