we fall down on the inside. [p]

Harlowe D'Angelo · 01-07-2011, 04:49 AM

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The days were spent above-ground and outside of the caverns, away from his brother. The pale-furred canine could not seem to escape his little shadow. Harlowe knew he had older siblings, but he could not remember ever having met them. Perhaps it had happened when he was very young; there were many things he could not remember very well, the clouded and murky memories of his early youth. He had never imagined having younger siblings would be quite so much trouble -- he simply could not seem to get away from Scorpius unless he stayed above ground.

The pallid canine therefore spent most of his days traipsing about on the upper slopes of the mountain, morosely contemplating that he could not so much as retreat to his own cave for refuge from his annoyance of a little brother. He did not dare seek out his mother; she would not give him any sympathy. She barely made time for him anymore, and as grown as he quite nearly was, the pale-shaded boy wanted nothing more than to have his mother's approval. Larkspur did not matter so more; some vague part of Harlowe was aware that his dark-furred uncle-cousin was now also a resident of the Anathema pack, but Harlowe had not sought him out in the weeks since arriving on his mother's soil.

The relative warmth of the afternoon was at least encouraging. Harlowe's coat was rather built for the cold weather, though it had a deceptively thin appearance due to the way it lay nearly flat against his body. There was no fluff or padding added by the man's fur, and so this only aided his rail-thin, bird-like appearance. Harlowe did not often find his packmates; he made it a point to avoid them when he smelled them. Most were friendly enough, but Harlowe himself was far too morose to deal with anyone these days. His brother had irritated him to wit's end, and his mother's seeming rejection had him already quite low.

It was lucky, then, that he did not immediately see the woman seated at the base of a nearby tree -- he was quite nearly past her when her scent finally caught his attention, and he looked over slowly, and with an oddly pronounced guilt about him. “Hello,” he said hastily, embarrassed to be caught completely unawares.

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