10-06-2010, 03:07 PM
[html]ooc;; an aw thread with saul! forgive me, im still getting used to him!
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He'd spent all day sleeping, first in his aunts cradled arms, then in a foreign bed that felt too human to be comfortable. He'd woken many times in the night, a fitful squeek escaping his unwilling lips before he would give a huff and nestle back down to rest his tired body and mind. His dreams were plagued, the cracks of thunder and lightening that had seperated him from everyone and everything he had ever known spooking him so that his muscles twitched every now and then. He was scared of them, both of these forces that could not touch you yet had forced him so quickly away from his family. There was nothing more in the world that Saul loved more than his family. His dreams were tinged with a fledgling anger at Mother Nature for doing this to him. He was so thin that he was simply all angles, his ribs sticking out at odd angles and easily visible where he lay on his side. But no matter how tired he had been before he'd fallen asleep, his routine was ingrained too deep to pay attention to what his body needed.
Green eyes were bleary as they blinked open, happy in noting that the thin grey light of dawn was only just beginning to creep through the window. He had almost panicked at the blanket that had been thrown over his skinny form before he woke up fully and realised that he was no longer alone. He was home, with Aunt Bris and Gideon and Conor (the alpha's name had come back to him). He allowed himself a sigh of relief to know that he would be taken care of. Almost immediatly, he chided himself for this selfish remark. He should be the one eager to see Gideon and make sure his younger brother was okay. To let his mind relax, Saul allowed his body to take over the now familiar routine. He rose swiftly, shaking out his filthy pelt and wrinkling his nose in disgust.
He took a quick bath in some nondescript body of water outside the house a lot of people shared. It was odd that he hadnt run into his wayward brother yet, but he had to remind himself that he had only arrived yesterday. Shaking the water from his pelt, Saul was pleased to see his coat fluff out, clean and drying. A soft smile broke onto his lips, although the lack of food had given his cheeks a more pronounced look and the smile looked painful. Taking a deeo breath, Saul stretched his back out expertly and began to run. Anywhere, nowhere, he didn't care. It didn't matter.
word count;; 446
"speech"
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He'd spent all day sleeping, first in his aunts cradled arms, then in a foreign bed that felt too human to be comfortable. He'd woken many times in the night, a fitful squeek escaping his unwilling lips before he would give a huff and nestle back down to rest his tired body and mind. His dreams were plagued, the cracks of thunder and lightening that had seperated him from everyone and everything he had ever known spooking him so that his muscles twitched every now and then. He was scared of them, both of these forces that could not touch you yet had forced him so quickly away from his family. There was nothing more in the world that Saul loved more than his family. His dreams were tinged with a fledgling anger at Mother Nature for doing this to him. He was so thin that he was simply all angles, his ribs sticking out at odd angles and easily visible where he lay on his side. But no matter how tired he had been before he'd fallen asleep, his routine was ingrained too deep to pay attention to what his body needed.
Green eyes were bleary as they blinked open, happy in noting that the thin grey light of dawn was only just beginning to creep through the window. He had almost panicked at the blanket that had been thrown over his skinny form before he woke up fully and realised that he was no longer alone. He was home, with Aunt Bris and Gideon and Conor (the alpha's name had come back to him). He allowed himself a sigh of relief to know that he would be taken care of. Almost immediatly, he chided himself for this selfish remark. He should be the one eager to see Gideon and make sure his younger brother was okay. To let his mind relax, Saul allowed his body to take over the now familiar routine. He rose swiftly, shaking out his filthy pelt and wrinkling his nose in disgust.
He took a quick bath in some nondescript body of water outside the house a lot of people shared. It was odd that he hadnt run into his wayward brother yet, but he had to remind himself that he had only arrived yesterday. Shaking the water from his pelt, Saul was pleased to see his coat fluff out, clean and drying. A soft smile broke onto his lips, although the lack of food had given his cheeks a more pronounced look and the smile looked painful. Taking a deeo breath, Saul stretched his back out expertly and began to run. Anywhere, nowhere, he didn't care. It didn't matter.
word count;; 446
"speech"