[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Pandemic D'Angelo · 06-19-2011, 07:42 AM

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OOC here! Table by Sie; Image from Flickr

He was unfortunate enough to arrive before Salvia, and the obsidian boy felt out of place at once. But he was a big boy now and the world was not a scary place. His tail stalked his hindquarters nervously as the lupus form of the D’Angelo son approached the seated family, silver eyes rising to his father’s burning orange as he passed in a half circle , careful not to interrupt his father’s presentation. The boy’s nose twitched with curiosity, then hunger. He could love and hate these gatherings simultaneously, for as any true feast, they would eat grand meals tonight. Some of the visible anxiety evaporated as Pandemic’s belly rumbled its eager grumble for the waiting meal, for he’d rather focus on pleasant things like food.

His pale eyes took a last trip across his immediate surroundings for his sister before he greeted the the adults with a wet kiss before he found himself a seat. The Crone had taken the seat next to his mother, and his father had yet to be seated. It was also important to keep a spot open for Salvia, and he sat near the top end of the table, placing his bushy tail at the spot right next to him to signal that this was a reserved seat for someone very special. A boyish smile settled on black lips as he looked at his big and mighty father. He was truly Larkspur’s son, and though he was larger than most children his age, he had a long way to go before reaching his father’s impressive size. But soon he would be big and strong like that too!

To reach that goal though, it was important to eat. The boy’s grey eyes turned to the meal that was still being prepared, and he shut his mouth tightly, afraid he would accidentally start to drool openly.

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