07-12-2011, 12:52 PM
((WC: 3+, time of day is evening. Liam is in Lupus form. General area is the middle of the town.))
The brown stained male was again wandering away from his father. The older Rhiannon male was too pushy, too touchy-feely, and far too clingy. Liam took more after his mother, though he didn't know it. A shadow flitted past him, and his eyes tracked it. That was a common occurrence, that he'd literally chase shadows. When Tal accused Liam's mother of having been crazy, he'd been right. Kira had seen the black butterflies, heard their whispers. Now Liam could see them and hear them as well. When he'd been younger, he'd been afraid of them, afraid of their sooty black wings, and how they'd engulf him in the flames of their eyes. Now he embraced them, willingly chasing them.
He stopped, watching the black butterfly alight on a ruined staircase. A spirit strode forward, it's empty eyes glittering maliciously. Liam's ears folded back, his golden eyes suddenly wary. The black wolf shaped spirit lunged, and Liam screamed, falling back.
His eyes flew open. The spirit was gone. He was sleeping under a porch, hiding from his father. Liam crawled out, shaking the dust out of his fur. The house was one of the ones that was yet unclaimed. Liam had no urge to claim it for himself, really. He just liked to sleep there when dad was in one of his moods. The pack's resident tom came barreling past him, in search of a mouse, and Liam stared after him. His ears laid back, then stood up. After a few moments, he began wandering aimlessly.
Perhaps he'd come across someone interesting. Or something. This pack was so dull. Liam longed for adventure, for excitement, for a chance to prove himself every day. A pack of dreamers and artists and diplomats... he wasn't going to get that here. He'd learn all he could, and then he'd venture off on his own. That sounded good to him.
The brown stained male was again wandering away from his father. The older Rhiannon male was too pushy, too touchy-feely, and far too clingy. Liam took more after his mother, though he didn't know it. A shadow flitted past him, and his eyes tracked it. That was a common occurrence, that he'd literally chase shadows. When Tal accused Liam's mother of having been crazy, he'd been right. Kira had seen the black butterflies, heard their whispers. Now Liam could see them and hear them as well. When he'd been younger, he'd been afraid of them, afraid of their sooty black wings, and how they'd engulf him in the flames of their eyes. Now he embraced them, willingly chasing them.
He stopped, watching the black butterfly alight on a ruined staircase. A spirit strode forward, it's empty eyes glittering maliciously. Liam's ears folded back, his golden eyes suddenly wary. The black wolf shaped spirit lunged, and Liam screamed, falling back.
His eyes flew open. The spirit was gone. He was sleeping under a porch, hiding from his father. Liam crawled out, shaking the dust out of his fur. The house was one of the ones that was yet unclaimed. Liam had no urge to claim it for himself, really. He just liked to sleep there when dad was in one of his moods. The pack's resident tom came barreling past him, in search of a mouse, and Liam stared after him. His ears laid back, then stood up. After a few moments, he began wandering aimlessly.
Perhaps he'd come across someone interesting. Or something. This pack was so dull. Liam longed for adventure, for excitement, for a chance to prove himself every day. A pack of dreamers and artists and diplomats... he wasn't going to get that here. He'd learn all he could, and then he'd venture off on his own. That sounded good to him.