ghosts of days gone by

Cypress · 03-14-2012, 01:52 PM

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Cypress was starting to get used to the surprised looks from others as they caught sight of the scars over his eye. It was understandable, though he wondered how different he truly looked. The scarred lines across his face were something he still had yet
to see for himself. The bright lines of freshly healed skin were visible to him only on his shoulder and even then he could not see the full extent of the marrings. Part of them hidden from his vision as they curled around his shoulder
and edged into the flesh of his chest. The reflective surface of the lake had been lost to the ice sheet that currently covered its entirety. He would likely have to wait until the spring thaw to get a good look at his new scars, when his reflection would
show in the rippling waters. Oh how his cabin fever longed for a day when he could once again sit along the open waters of the lake.

"Hmph." A disgruntled huff came for the agouti male at his brother's teasing comment as he feigned hurt feelings at the words. Still, his blue eyes danced with laughter and as portals to the soul they were
the only evidence that Oak's words had done no harm. Such was the game they often played. "Perhaps a few more scars is what I need then. Then I can just scare them right to death." His maw split in a large, toothy grin to match Oak's own.

The laughter died away and a more serious look settled over Cypress' features. "Momma shouldn't be worrying about me." He said softly. "It's all healing as well as can be expected." Indeed, his injuries were healing quite
well, but it was taking longer than Cypress had hoped it would. Still, Cambria seemed confident that in time the soreness and stiffness of the limb would go away and leave him almost as good as new. He hoped she was right.

Patrols of the village? At first that made no sense at all to Cypress' and his brow knitted in confusion as he looked up at his brother, though not before he rolled his eyes at being called a lion killer. Why would mother want them to spend time patroling the village? It wasn't as if it sat right upon their border. But then he remembered. "Oh, that Mars fellow?" He asked, though he found it doubtful that the patchwork male and his daughter were still around. He was stupid if he was. "Wasn't there others with him before? Besides just the girl." Cypress distinctly remembered the tailless dog woman he had last summer, but it seemed she had simply vanished. Perhaps dogs simply didn't know loyalty to family or pack. He really didn't know what else to make of the situation.

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