10-04-2009, 12:03 AM
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The day had started out with a storm, keeping the wolves inside the manor for the sake for keeping dry and safe. He had originally thought the storm would ruin his day, having originally planned to go for a boat ride after doing a little hunting. After all Ghita was getting fairly large in the middle, the pups being due in a short month. He had been trying his best to keep her happy and full however he felt fairly useless at keeping her happy, her mood shifting so drastically. The storm had passed with time and now the giant found himself walking happily through the woods humming a simple tune as his two feet carried him in the general direction of the beach. A fresh rabbit hung over a massive shoulder, his pride showing for such a fast catch. Ghita would be happy to have a fresh meal once evening hit.
The breeze made him choke on the scent carried. It seemed to push his memories forward just beyond his reach. So familiar was the smell and yet, he couldn't remember. His brow frowned in confusion as his feet began to move quicker into a jog towards the sandy beach he knew was just behind the trees blocking his view. The sight before him as the greenery faded behind him sent him into shock as his memories suddenly flew back into his thoughts. He remembered being tired of water being around him, tired of being on a boat and his mother saying to be nice to his aunt and uncle, that they were going to visit her brother and it was important to be on his best behavior.
He remembered the strange female who he called aunt and her black spots and awkward face. She hadn't been at all like them. He remembered his cousin, Sinatra, who was a few months older then himself. They had played from sunrise to sunset every day that month on the island and now there was a familiar pattern, the spots, on Crimson Dreams territory. He didn't recall running to the dalmatian mix, or picking him up but the next thing he was aware of was placing the smaller male down on a rock and bringing a glass from his backpack filled with fresh river water. “Drink Sinatra, drink.” He repeated over and over. They where blood, the first blood relation he had seen in almost two full years.
The day had started out with a storm, keeping the wolves inside the manor for the sake for keeping dry and safe. He had originally thought the storm would ruin his day, having originally planned to go for a boat ride after doing a little hunting. After all Ghita was getting fairly large in the middle, the pups being due in a short month. He had been trying his best to keep her happy and full however he felt fairly useless at keeping her happy, her mood shifting so drastically. The storm had passed with time and now the giant found himself walking happily through the woods humming a simple tune as his two feet carried him in the general direction of the beach. A fresh rabbit hung over a massive shoulder, his pride showing for such a fast catch. Ghita would be happy to have a fresh meal once evening hit.
The breeze made him choke on the scent carried. It seemed to push his memories forward just beyond his reach. So familiar was the smell and yet, he couldn't remember. His brow frowned in confusion as his feet began to move quicker into a jog towards the sandy beach he knew was just behind the trees blocking his view. The sight before him as the greenery faded behind him sent him into shock as his memories suddenly flew back into his thoughts. He remembered being tired of water being around him, tired of being on a boat and his mother saying to be nice to his aunt and uncle, that they were going to visit her brother and it was important to be on his best behavior.
He remembered the strange female who he called aunt and her black spots and awkward face. She hadn't been at all like them. He remembered his cousin, Sinatra, who was a few months older then himself. They had played from sunrise to sunset every day that month on the island and now there was a familiar pattern, the spots, on Crimson Dreams territory. He didn't recall running to the dalmatian mix, or picking him up but the next thing he was aware of was placing the smaller male down on a rock and bringing a glass from his backpack filled with fresh river water. “Drink Sinatra, drink.” He repeated over and over. They where blood, the first blood relation he had seen in almost two full years.
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