04-12-2011, 04:59 AM
OOc: Let me know if something needs changing. ^^
Leon shakily rolled to his feet, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. He glanced around, his defenses up and his brain running a hundred situations through it in a single moment, causing his head to throb a bit. He didn't see anything. Nothing. He looked towards the entrance of the cave he had chosen to sleep in. It was still dark out, but some pink was showing in the eastern part of the sky. With a sigh, Leon walked out of his night.
The bed he had been given in the mansion was very comfortable, and he was allowed his privacy. None of that had driven him out. It was his dreams. The nightmares had been returning, and he didn't want to make any of the other members concerned or irritated with him, so he had gone out to find a cave to spend his nights in. He woken up screaming or crying many times before, though his sleep up to now inside Haven Manor had been free of dreams thanks to his wounds and his body attempting to heal itself, leaving him to rest silently.
Leon continued to walk calmly through the woods, heading towards the Manor. He was slowly reigning in his emotions so that he would be presentable once he was there. His mind continued to work on composing himself, while his body moved easily through the brush. He was grateful that he was able to adapt quickly to moving on two feet, and that his agility was still the same. He was a bit slower than his regular form, but that wasn't too much a concern. His hands though... His hands were practically useless except for grabbing items, or catching himself. As he amused himself by flexing his fingers to different angles, and bending them into a fist, listening to the cracks and pops of his joints.
Coming out of his little reprieve, Leon saw the Manor rise up before him, the sun barely above the horizon. He paused outside the door, then continued in at a slower pace, careful not to make a sound. He wandered carefully around the first floor, wandering from room to room, inspecting the house for the first time. As he passed through one room on the first floor he froze.
The room had many windows, and was littered with many drawings and papers, which amazed the dark Timber. But what had frozen him in the doorway was that the room had an occupant. Leon didn't know if the woman was awake or not, but he carefully backed into the previous room, kicking a few items from the floor back with him. Intruding into another wolf's privacy was something he knew to be a bad idea.
Sighing in relief, Leon glanced curiously to his feet, spying an odd small stick, and some scattered paper. Scooping the stick up, Leon walked away from the door, still examining the item. He found a chair and sat down, poking the item into the chair leg, watching in amazement as it left behind a gray mark where he had put it. He dragged the pencil down the chair leg, trailing lines on the chair leg. He quietly chuckled to himself, finding an odd sense of joy in this.
Leon shakily rolled to his feet, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. He glanced around, his defenses up and his brain running a hundred situations through it in a single moment, causing his head to throb a bit. He didn't see anything. Nothing. He looked towards the entrance of the cave he had chosen to sleep in. It was still dark out, but some pink was showing in the eastern part of the sky. With a sigh, Leon walked out of his night.
The bed he had been given in the mansion was very comfortable, and he was allowed his privacy. None of that had driven him out. It was his dreams. The nightmares had been returning, and he didn't want to make any of the other members concerned or irritated with him, so he had gone out to find a cave to spend his nights in. He woken up screaming or crying many times before, though his sleep up to now inside Haven Manor had been free of dreams thanks to his wounds and his body attempting to heal itself, leaving him to rest silently.
Leon continued to walk calmly through the woods, heading towards the Manor. He was slowly reigning in his emotions so that he would be presentable once he was there. His mind continued to work on composing himself, while his body moved easily through the brush. He was grateful that he was able to adapt quickly to moving on two feet, and that his agility was still the same. He was a bit slower than his regular form, but that wasn't too much a concern. His hands though... His hands were practically useless except for grabbing items, or catching himself. As he amused himself by flexing his fingers to different angles, and bending them into a fist, listening to the cracks and pops of his joints.
Coming out of his little reprieve, Leon saw the Manor rise up before him, the sun barely above the horizon. He paused outside the door, then continued in at a slower pace, careful not to make a sound. He wandered carefully around the first floor, wandering from room to room, inspecting the house for the first time. As he passed through one room on the first floor he froze.
The room had many windows, and was littered with many drawings and papers, which amazed the dark Timber. But what had frozen him in the doorway was that the room had an occupant. Leon didn't know if the woman was awake or not, but he carefully backed into the previous room, kicking a few items from the floor back with him. Intruding into another wolf's privacy was something he knew to be a bad idea.
Sighing in relief, Leon glanced curiously to his feet, spying an odd small stick, and some scattered paper. Scooping the stick up, Leon walked away from the door, still examining the item. He found a chair and sat down, poking the item into the chair leg, watching in amazement as it left behind a gray mark where he had put it. He dragged the pencil down the chair leg, trailing lines on the chair leg. He quietly chuckled to himself, finding an odd sense of joy in this.