10-05-2010, 11:52 AM
The events leading to his separation of his siblings was a confusing and upsetting time. In fact, his whole life so far had been confusing and upsetting. The journey that none of the Stormbringers could remember, the tragic maiming of Gideon and the ultimate death of their mother was a memory that was hazy and clouded with misunderstanding, but present none the less. The dizzying shuffle back and forth between Aunt and Father, before the parental figure decided his children would be better off away from the place that had been the end of their mother. The fates disagreed with him entirely- Gideon refused to join them in their migration back to their fathers homeland. Saul had stayed with the majority of his siblings, reasoning that they needed him more than Gideon did. As the eldest, he felt personally responsible for the care of his siblings. They had been travelling for a few weeks when the storm hit. It was chaos, Ascher terrified and getting caught in their fathers tail coat, Shiloh teasing their youngest brother for this reaction. One thing lead to another and before their dearly doting daddy could blink, Saul and Shiloh were ripped from his grasp and incidentally from each other. Such is the tradegy of this story.
The morning after the storm had been horrific for the eldest Stormbringer. He couldn't find his brother or sister, his father gone from his sites. It was the only time Saul had broken down, cried all day until he couldn't breathe and the salt had crusted his dark muzzle. He fallen asleep where he had awoken, his mind in turmoil and his belly painfully empty. His next few days of being a lone puppy were spent haplessly chasing rabbits to fill his stomach. It hadn't worked. His stomach instead got very used to the idea of vegetation and its nutritional value. It was during these early discoveries that Saul turned himself around, figuring he might as well search out Gideon. He was safe and secure, perhaps Saul could get in on this deal. He had been very weak at first, but the weeks following taught him many things about survival. He managed to catch rabbits and a bird on one occasion. Oddly, he still suplimented this meat with herbs and vegetation.
A coal black nose twitched with feocity as the stench of the city rose up to meet him. It had been months since he had been here, too young to remember much. But he knew where his brother would be, knew roughly where the borders were. His coat was practically unrecognisable from his darker coat. Creams and black and greys and browns converged to make him look like a typical timber wolf- cream underneath and a mixture of brown and grey on top. His face held a typical dark mask. The one aspect that had not changed was those emerald green eyes that looked older than before. Although Saul was just six months, he had had to grow up fast. Stick thin body moved awkwardly at first as his growing body wound its way towards his pack, towards Gideon. He allowed a soft smile to break up the pinched aspect of his mouth. It was blindingly obvious how bad the young male had had out on his own- his ribs protruded from his body, he was more angles than curved. But he'd survived, hadn't he?
His nose told him where to stop, fatigue pushed him to the ground. He was exhausted, famined and desperate. This was perhaps the lowest Saul had got since his first day on his own. His stomach was in turmoil as he turned moistened eyes towards the sky. They didn't recognise what the weather was like, his vision was too blurry. A huff escaped his puppy body before he dragged in a deep breath and let out a squeeling howl that was half bark and half wobbling call. Perhaps they would be merciful. Tired head lolled against cramped up legs, a cool wind battering against him. He was looking rather worse for wares it must be said.
word count;; 684
The morning after the storm had been horrific for the eldest Stormbringer. He couldn't find his brother or sister, his father gone from his sites. It was the only time Saul had broken down, cried all day until he couldn't breathe and the salt had crusted his dark muzzle. He fallen asleep where he had awoken, his mind in turmoil and his belly painfully empty. His next few days of being a lone puppy were spent haplessly chasing rabbits to fill his stomach. It hadn't worked. His stomach instead got very used to the idea of vegetation and its nutritional value. It was during these early discoveries that Saul turned himself around, figuring he might as well search out Gideon. He was safe and secure, perhaps Saul could get in on this deal. He had been very weak at first, but the weeks following taught him many things about survival. He managed to catch rabbits and a bird on one occasion. Oddly, he still suplimented this meat with herbs and vegetation.
A coal black nose twitched with feocity as the stench of the city rose up to meet him. It had been months since he had been here, too young to remember much. But he knew where his brother would be, knew roughly where the borders were. His coat was practically unrecognisable from his darker coat. Creams and black and greys and browns converged to make him look like a typical timber wolf- cream underneath and a mixture of brown and grey on top. His face held a typical dark mask. The one aspect that had not changed was those emerald green eyes that looked older than before. Although Saul was just six months, he had had to grow up fast. Stick thin body moved awkwardly at first as his growing body wound its way towards his pack, towards Gideon. He allowed a soft smile to break up the pinched aspect of his mouth. It was blindingly obvious how bad the young male had had out on his own- his ribs protruded from his body, he was more angles than curved. But he'd survived, hadn't he?
His nose told him where to stop, fatigue pushed him to the ground. He was exhausted, famined and desperate. This was perhaps the lowest Saul had got since his first day on his own. His stomach was in turmoil as he turned moistened eyes towards the sky. They didn't recognise what the weather was like, his vision was too blurry. A huff escaped his puppy body before he dragged in a deep breath and let out a squeeling howl that was half bark and half wobbling call. Perhaps they would be merciful. Tired head lolled against cramped up legs, a cool wind battering against him. He was looking rather worse for wares it must be said.
word count;; 684