[m] [p] so you say, "we will see"

Levent Kartal · 09-16-2012, 07:48 PM

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blah sucksucksuck, Lev be creepin'

Finally, there was a change in the man who’d done little but lurk in the forests to look after something already gone and retreat to the dilapidated city to dream that it had returned. He’d ceased pitying himself or to think of the children and the lover he’d left behind, buried in the ground and burying. He’d broken the dull cycle of moving between the city and the woods, instead letting his feet lead him on a whim, his washed-out blue eyes once again seeking opportunity at every corner. It almost looked like he’d let his wounds heal rather than peeling off the scabs whenever they formed.

But, if his grief had been a wound, it would not heal cleanly over with nary a scar to show for it. Instead, it had festered, and Levent simply found himself trying to keep his mind off it rather than dwelling needlessly on the past that was Cercatori d’Arte and Hotaru and his children. He’d sought solace in his holy book, at first, but then started to simply wander until he ran across something interesting.

Normally Wilson tagged along on these escapades; he’d sensed the dark change in his friend and was concerned that Levent would get into trouble—probably rightfully so. It only made the scrawny wolf more glad when he managed to slip out from under the tomcat’s nose, heading out into the clear afternoon air as the cat struck out on a post-nap hunt. He felt like a dog that had shaken off its collar, and so leashless he ran carelessly through the streets, for once not fearing what might lurk behind the corners he sought out.

Today it seemed that the god had saw fit to grace Levent with an interesting scenario. He swiveled his dark ears to the sound of voices and turned into a side street to see a pair of luperci: a dark chestnut jackal and a brown she-wolf. They seemed very occupied with each other, and anyone else might have retreated soundlessly to save themselves the embarrassment of having walked onto such an intimate scene. Instead, though, the Turk stared unabashedly and curiously. They were an interesting pair, the jackal (a species he wasn’t surprised to see, as he should have been) thin and the wolf hybrid more plump in contrast.

Levent grinned softly, his teeth shining, and called out a Turkish greeting.

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