the old gods have all failed.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 10-08-2010, 11:28 AM

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When he had first spotted his nephew wandering aimlessly, Larkspur had dismissed the thought of following him. He had become used to the boy’s lack of responsibility, attributing this to how he had been brought up. It was like retraining a dog (one with bad manners) and he severely hoped he never came across the boy’s siblings. Though the boy had shown interest in the Khalif, he had also proven himself a lackluster student, burying his head in books and daydreams while the world went by without him in it.

Of course, when he came across the same scent an hour later leading away from the packlands, Larkspur had chosen to follow it. It was not as if he felt a need to restrict where the boy went, but he did not wish for him to return to the simple lifestyle his mother’s home had allowed. Now that winter was coming, he would need to make sure that he had prepared the boy for it. If he could not survive without handouts, he would be useless.

The same storm caught Larkspur, but his thick pelt did not allow it to sink past the first layer of fur. So he followed in the rain at a hunter’s stalk, ignoring the water as it drowned all but his sense of sight. Luckily, the boy was pale and stood out against the dark forest, making him an easy target to follow in the rain. It did not displease him when the boy set about making the human den his own. Once he was certain the boy was settled, the burly male shifted to his Optime form and approached the door. His house was similar in its size, and he was now used to human things. He grasped the handle and yanked the door open.

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