07-01-2010, 12:06 AM
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He was settling into life with his new family very well. Things had been rather quiet in the house lately...or perhaps it just seemed that way to the boy. He walked the lands like a shadow, preferring to watch others and observe their actions before revealing himself. He was still very much afraid of others in the pack, especially higher ranking wolves; his grandfather Azrael had been quite a tyrant, and his ways still had an effect on the young pup. It didn't help that he hadn't seen any of his siblings for a month...he had nearly given up on ever seeing any of them again. Aunt Bris tried to keep his spirits up, but the boy was usually quite the sullen creature.
Gideon normally traveled by night, but today he had snuck out of the house during the daylight hours. The Dahlian boy kept to the darker parts of the woods, where he would blend in better, small paws taking him toward the border area. He wanted to head out and explore some of the surrounding lands; he hadn't been outside Dahlia yet at all. He glanced toward the sky, then back down at the ground in front of him. It looked like it might rain sometime soon, hm. Maybe it was best to stay inside the territory.
He was just reaching the border when the decision was made; a tiny drop of rain hit him between the eyes, and he began to turn around to go back to the mansion. He hated rain. Hated precipitation..and wind, and coldness. Gideon would do anything to stay out of the crap. The house was the best place to be when it was raining.
The pup was about to start running back toward home when a peculiar and familiar smell hit his nose. He froze in his tracks, unsure, for nearly a minute before whipping his body around and racing toward the promising scent. This was the one thing that he would risk getting wet for...that he would walk through a million thunderstorms for. He could smell his family. Gideon was on the other pup within a few minutes, and he stood a couple of meters away from Ascher, turquoise eyes staring at him. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that this was all real.
"Isss I dweamin? Ascher? You...you smell weird!" He wanted to touch his brother, to give him some sort of reassurance, but he had to be sure that this was all real first and not some kind of dream.
He was settling into life with his new family very well. Things had been rather quiet in the house lately...or perhaps it just seemed that way to the boy. He walked the lands like a shadow, preferring to watch others and observe their actions before revealing himself. He was still very much afraid of others in the pack, especially higher ranking wolves; his grandfather Azrael had been quite a tyrant, and his ways still had an effect on the young pup. It didn't help that he hadn't seen any of his siblings for a month...he had nearly given up on ever seeing any of them again. Aunt Bris tried to keep his spirits up, but the boy was usually quite the sullen creature.
Gideon normally traveled by night, but today he had snuck out of the house during the daylight hours. The Dahlian boy kept to the darker parts of the woods, where he would blend in better, small paws taking him toward the border area. He wanted to head out and explore some of the surrounding lands; he hadn't been outside Dahlia yet at all. He glanced toward the sky, then back down at the ground in front of him. It looked like it might rain sometime soon, hm. Maybe it was best to stay inside the territory.
He was just reaching the border when the decision was made; a tiny drop of rain hit him between the eyes, and he began to turn around to go back to the mansion. He hated rain. Hated precipitation..and wind, and coldness. Gideon would do anything to stay out of the crap. The house was the best place to be when it was raining.
The pup was about to start running back toward home when a peculiar and familiar smell hit his nose. He froze in his tracks, unsure, for nearly a minute before whipping his body around and racing toward the promising scent. This was the one thing that he would risk getting wet for...that he would walk through a million thunderstorms for. He could smell his family. Gideon was on the other pup within a few minutes, and he stood a couple of meters away from Ascher, turquoise eyes staring at him. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that this was all real.
"Isss I dweamin? Ascher? You...you smell weird!" He wanted to touch his brother, to give him some sort of reassurance, but he had to be sure that this was all real first and not some kind of dream.