03-17-2011, 10:30 AM
[html]ooc;; BACKDATED TO 16TH MARCH!! SIKU IS A MUST AND ALL SAUL'S FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE WELCOME! (Conor, Bris, Eclipse, Gideon, Saluce etc!)
The harsh tap of crude hammer against old nail was a sound common in these areas for the past few months. Though the snowstorm had seriously threatened to take down his home, its had survived through sheer willpower. And the fact that Saul had protected it from the snows by sharply pulled tarpaulines that had acted as protector. There hadnt been too much water damage inside the large cabin and Saul was pleased that his home was mostly undamaged. It was a miricle really, considering the destruction that occured in Wolfville. There was almost no buildings left and the old victorian house that had been his home since he'd returned to Dahlia still had a tree leaning against it. The same tree that took out most of the building in fact. But they all had to move on a make new lives for themselves, even after all the damage that had been caused. He'd heard there had been a death in AniWaya because of the storm and he was thankful that nobody had been killed in Dahlia. Of course, that didnt take out the bitter thoughts of Shiloh and Ascher- missing once again.
The last nail was lined up, the crude hammer gently tested to make sure he wasnt liable to hit his thumb in the process of tapping out a rhythm once again. Tongue sticking out in a comical fashion the young man hit the final tap that completed his house. A critical eye cast over the wooden slated roof to see if there was anything that he'd missed and when finally satisfied that it was as near to perfect as he could get it, the young man jumped from the roof in a clean leap to the floor. The snow around this area was clearing, Oberon's Spring just a few hundred metres away that made this site the perfect place for him to live. Obsessed with cleaning his coat before his morning run, it would now be much easier to obtain that goal.
Green eyes flashed with pride as he looked at the house they had made. Saul, Saluce and with input from both brothers, the cabin was finally alive. Large and with the potential to be two storeys, it was more than big enough to house any family that might wish to stay for a while or permanently. There as his room and four guest rooms, not as big as his own but sufficiently large enough to be comfortable. One communel room that served as both living room, dining room and kitchen, the latter two rooms only a formality. It was rare that the wolves ate inside and preferred their meat fresh from the beating heart. But still, Siku had expressed a want for cooked meats at one point a few weeks ago and he had made sure that a fireplace was there to be used as coker. Gideon would have to teach him how to make a fire properly, but the means were there.
For the moment his windows were open to the world but he hoped soon to find some glass to put in the holes. He had split the windows into four with two small slats of wood, and the two windows at the front of the house were allowing cold air into the house. There were two at the back, overlooking the river and then one window in each room of the house. Saul's bedroom was in the almost second storey, almost exactly in the same way that Conor had had the run of the loft in the victorian house. The four bedrooms downstairs were close together to the right hand side of the house and the communal living areas to the left. Or the opposite if you were looking at it face on- bedrooms to the left and living areas right. Siku would soon occupy the largest of these four rooms and hopefully they could work to get this house fit to live in.
But it was time to move in and he wanted a welcoming party as well as the white princess who would be living with him. Crossing muscled arms over his chest Saul turned and lifted his head to the strong spring sun. It was his first birthday today and he was going to celebrate by moving into his own house. That he had built. From scratch. The powerful howl that sounded nothing like the weak and measly mew he had offered on arriving in Dahlia resonated through his body, inviting friends and family to come and join him on this special occasion. He was finally becoming a proper man.
word count;; 772
"speech"
The harsh tap of crude hammer against old nail was a sound common in these areas for the past few months. Though the snowstorm had seriously threatened to take down his home, its had survived through sheer willpower. And the fact that Saul had protected it from the snows by sharply pulled tarpaulines that had acted as protector. There hadnt been too much water damage inside the large cabin and Saul was pleased that his home was mostly undamaged. It was a miricle really, considering the destruction that occured in Wolfville. There was almost no buildings left and the old victorian house that had been his home since he'd returned to Dahlia still had a tree leaning against it. The same tree that took out most of the building in fact. But they all had to move on a make new lives for themselves, even after all the damage that had been caused. He'd heard there had been a death in AniWaya because of the storm and he was thankful that nobody had been killed in Dahlia. Of course, that didnt take out the bitter thoughts of Shiloh and Ascher- missing once again.
The last nail was lined up, the crude hammer gently tested to make sure he wasnt liable to hit his thumb in the process of tapping out a rhythm once again. Tongue sticking out in a comical fashion the young man hit the final tap that completed his house. A critical eye cast over the wooden slated roof to see if there was anything that he'd missed and when finally satisfied that it was as near to perfect as he could get it, the young man jumped from the roof in a clean leap to the floor. The snow around this area was clearing, Oberon's Spring just a few hundred metres away that made this site the perfect place for him to live. Obsessed with cleaning his coat before his morning run, it would now be much easier to obtain that goal.
Green eyes flashed with pride as he looked at the house they had made. Saul, Saluce and with input from both brothers, the cabin was finally alive. Large and with the potential to be two storeys, it was more than big enough to house any family that might wish to stay for a while or permanently. There as his room and four guest rooms, not as big as his own but sufficiently large enough to be comfortable. One communel room that served as both living room, dining room and kitchen, the latter two rooms only a formality. It was rare that the wolves ate inside and preferred their meat fresh from the beating heart. But still, Siku had expressed a want for cooked meats at one point a few weeks ago and he had made sure that a fireplace was there to be used as coker. Gideon would have to teach him how to make a fire properly, but the means were there.
For the moment his windows were open to the world but he hoped soon to find some glass to put in the holes. He had split the windows into four with two small slats of wood, and the two windows at the front of the house were allowing cold air into the house. There were two at the back, overlooking the river and then one window in each room of the house. Saul's bedroom was in the almost second storey, almost exactly in the same way that Conor had had the run of the loft in the victorian house. The four bedrooms downstairs were close together to the right hand side of the house and the communal living areas to the left. Or the opposite if you were looking at it face on- bedrooms to the left and living areas right. Siku would soon occupy the largest of these four rooms and hopefully they could work to get this house fit to live in.
But it was time to move in and he wanted a welcoming party as well as the white princess who would be living with him. Crossing muscled arms over his chest Saul turned and lifted his head to the strong spring sun. It was his first birthday today and he was going to celebrate by moving into his own house. That he had built. From scratch. The powerful howl that sounded nothing like the weak and measly mew he had offered on arriving in Dahlia resonated through his body, inviting friends and family to come and join him on this special occasion. He was finally becoming a proper man.
word count;; 772
"speech"