Running, Volund loved to run. Run to someone, run from someone, there was something that triggered excitement whenever his paws moved – faster and faster, leaving the unimportant things behind him and finding something new, something better. There was always better. And so now he sped off, trampling the land beneath his feet, breaking through the fog – running made him feel powerful, important. It broke a sensation rippling through his ego, one that kept his confident smirk painted on his face.

He didn’t have a goal in mind, he was just wandering free until something – or more likely, someone – caught his eye. Such was the leisure of life. He had nowhere he needed to be, nowhere he wanted to be either really, he was a free spirit. No attachments – well not really – to anyone either, no face that would make him reconsider his actions, no one’s words to make him stop. Volund was here for himself and only him, life was for the taking – carpe diem! – And he was going to seize it, you could bet on that.

( sorry for the shortness and crappyness of this, I promise you my replies will be better, Volund just needs some getting used to. x3; )