Like trying to save an ice cube from the cold

Scorpius D'Angelo · 01-04-2011, 04:43 AM

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Night had fallen and blanketed the Anathema pack lands, and bright stars littered the cloud patched sky, though deep within the caverns that the pack called home, the little D'Angelo pup was oblivious to it all. He rarely knew when day or night passed, save for when the occasional light spilled into the cracks and pocks in the rock formations overhead. When it was daylight, Scorpius noticed these vents in passing. At night, he never thought twice about them.

The sable pelted pup had not left the caves in weeks. He had not ventured out since his little excursion that landed him in strange territory with the pup from Dahlia de Mai. Those hours had been branded in his memory, both fond and frightening. He had disobeyed and disappointed his mother, Naniko, and ever since had been striving to return to her good graces. At every turn, he tried to show that he was a good pup by following the rules and enforcing them on his cousin Juju even when the rusty pup was not violating them. He focused on his family, obsessed with trailing after either his mother or his brother Harlowe, and since Naniko tended to pack business more frequently than his punk brother, Harlowe was usually the one stuck with the little shadow.

Harlowe was petulant and resentful, and young Scorpius was completely oblivious. He had taken a natural liking to the man the day he met him, when Anathema was formed and the territory first claimed. He crawled out of the basket that he and Juju slumbered in and plopped himself down right next to his brother, not knowing at all that he was his brother at the time. Later he learned that he and the seal-point man were related, and that sealed it for him. He was his brother, and he was a grown up, and that made him ten times cooler than Juju. Ever since, Scorpius bided his time shadowing the man, just waiting for those green eyes to flick to his face and then rewarding his older brother with his goofy puppy grin.

It hadn't taken long for Harlowe to begin to give Scorpius the slip. Scorpius never got the hint, though, and if someone else was not around to entertain him, he would spend every waking hour searching the veins of Anathema for his brother. That was what he was up to tonight.

He had no idea where Harlowe was, so Scorpius padded slowly through one of the many hallways, black nose pressed against the ground. He sniffed rapidly, detecting Harlowe's scent and trying to decipher which way the man had gone. Being young, Scorpius was hardly a blood hound, but all the hours he spent searching for his brother were quickly improving his sense of smell. Still, tonight he was having no luck, running into dead end or following endless loops until he was right back where he started. Frustration finally got the best of him, and he huffed into the dust of the cave floor, sending little plumes up around him and making him sneeze. On the second sneeze, he bonked his nose into a rock, which only added insult to injury, and the pup sneezed again.

He made a little noise, a grumble that turned into a mournful whine as his eyes stared off into the darkness of the cavern. He glanced behind him, but only saw more stone past the graying hairs that were beginning to grow in his tail. Then, lightning struck, and the pup whipped around and took off through the den at a sprint. He knew where Harlowe would be! Well, if not now, then soon enough! Scorpius had searched this long, he could afford to exercise patience a little longer.

The boy galloped through the twisting meanders of the Anathema caves until he came to a particular fork that was not far from one of the many gaping entrances into the Anathema subterrane. He remembered following the man through this area more than once. When he arrived, he took a quick survey of his surroundings. No Harlowe yet, but he was in the right place, for the man's scent was strong on the path. He moved to the center of the fork and sat, his tail drumming on the ground – but his energy soon faded.

Bored, he studied every rock and crevasse around him, which gave him another bright idea. Won't Harlowe get a kick out of this... he thought to himself as he found the perfect hiding spot. He slipped his small ebony body into a wide fracture in the stone, his black pelt blending into the dimly lit surroundings. Now he just had to be patient... Harlowe would come...

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