03-19-2008, 10:47 PM
Endymion.
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His clawed hands gripped around the section of bark as he pulled, neatly severing the piece of wood from its tree. Feeling only somewhat guilty over dismembering part of the tree, he put his other hand on it. He knew it would be fine, of course, but he didn't like people coming around and pulling his fur out. Wordlessly, he departed back towards his home. A small cavern of piled boulders surrounded by a thick copse of trees, it was his sanctuary and shelter. On the outside of the thicket, a small boulder had become a place of meditation for the young Sohs boy. Retrieving his makeshift paint brush from his den, he sat on the rock and sat cross-legged. Placing the piece of bark on his exposed ankles, he began to sketch out the faint outline of some wolf's profile. It was nameless, though somewhat masculine. After a few more seconds of sketching, the dark, heavy lines of thought and wariness, coupled with the dark complexion and wild, short-cropped hair made the vision complete. There, on the small piece of bark, was Ari's memory of what his brother and savior, Nikolaos, looked like. He looked at it for a second, sending a brief prayer to whoever might be listening to his thoughts. Please let him be okay.
Feeling extremely pensive, he refused to move, even as the day dragged on towards afternoon. He continued adding more and more details, each stroke of his brush like another faint memory pressed onto the bark. It was a fair representation, but each detail made him think that he could perfect it just a bit more. Thus, it dragged on for many thought-laden minutes. He didn't mind, though. His stomach was full, he was safe behind these borders, and he was alone. He could feel no more content, unless, perhaps, if he had his brother by his side.
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His clawed hands gripped around the section of bark as he pulled, neatly severing the piece of wood from its tree. Feeling only somewhat guilty over dismembering part of the tree, he put his other hand on it. He knew it would be fine, of course, but he didn't like people coming around and pulling his fur out. Wordlessly, he departed back towards his home. A small cavern of piled boulders surrounded by a thick copse of trees, it was his sanctuary and shelter. On the outside of the thicket, a small boulder had become a place of meditation for the young Sohs boy. Retrieving his makeshift paint brush from his den, he sat on the rock and sat cross-legged. Placing the piece of bark on his exposed ankles, he began to sketch out the faint outline of some wolf's profile. It was nameless, though somewhat masculine. After a few more seconds of sketching, the dark, heavy lines of thought and wariness, coupled with the dark complexion and wild, short-cropped hair made the vision complete. There, on the small piece of bark, was Ari's memory of what his brother and savior, Nikolaos, looked like. He looked at it for a second, sending a brief prayer to whoever might be listening to his thoughts. Please let him be okay.
Feeling extremely pensive, he refused to move, even as the day dragged on towards afternoon. He continued adding more and more details, each stroke of his brush like another faint memory pressed onto the bark. It was a fair representation, but each detail made him think that he could perfect it just a bit more. Thus, it dragged on for many thought-laden minutes. He didn't mind, though. His stomach was full, he was safe behind these borders, and he was alone. He could feel no more content, unless, perhaps, if he had his brother by his side.