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Harlowe D'Angelo · 10-15-2010, 07:02 AM

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Harlowe understood some facets of humanity, though there were other parts of it he found utterly confusing. Despite his extensive reading, he still did not understand the purpose of clothing, and so he wore none, though he had seen other Luperci doing so. The warmth was one factor that might have made sense to the logically-minded canine, but so many adornments did not seem intended to promote warmth, and in the summer months, wearing clothing at all seemed completely illogical. “They were confusing creatures,” he said. “But they did make some beautiful things,” he added. “The car-things are smaller, and more square. And they don't have these,” he added, again tapping the wing. “I like human books. They had so many grandoise ideas,” he said, growing reminiscent for his pages and that intoxicating scent they carried. It was quite earthy and reminded him of the den and his mother.

“Harlowe D'Angelo, from Dahlia. What's the Court?” he asked, having no idea about most of the surrounding packs. He vaguely knew of an Inferni, and there was a place that had something to do with Miracles, but he could not truly bring himself to care about these places. Larkspur was not among these places, and so he only cared about Dahlia de Mai. That was where his uncle had gone, and so that was where Harlowe belonged. He should have gone sooner; there was something sweet and beautiful in this freedom he was granted here. No one told him to do a single thing, and he was free to act as he pleased. The pallid boy did not truly comprehend the responsibilities of packhood, of course, and in his current state of mind he could hope to achieve a rank no greater than subordinate or perhaps a step above. Without working for his home, he would reap no true reward of belonging to the group.

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