the conditions from which they spring

Jacinto Lykoi · 03-05-2012, 07:00 PM

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OOC → :: I suck... And Jacinto has the potential to be a creeper...

Hands with the skill of an artisan flew over the ivory surface with a thick paintbrush, he had finished making a toy of sort for Sinatrai and his coming children, something to hang from the ceiling low enough for tiny paws to bat at in times of play. It would not be called beautiful in any throw of assumption, but much more zany and wild than anything. It was crafted mostly from bones, painted with different colors to invoke more interest than anything for his children. He hadn't scavenged these wonderful ivory pieces that kept the body's shape, but had taken them from a kill made long ago.

A call interrupted his work, and quietly the Lykoi lifted his head, ears twitched intently to hear for anything else. Nothing else fell upon the tall ears of the hybrid, it must have been rhetorical in some sense. A summoning, not a simple yes or no request.

Wrapping the painted bones in a thin cloth, the ginger canine stretched his tired muscles and made his way from his room. The days had been becoming more nerve-wrecking for the multihued man, worrying for Omni's pregnancy, worrying for the life of Sinatrai who still appeared weak after finding him. Worried that he was losing his mind. Shaking his head, Jacinto quickened his pace towards the front door, turning the handle to let himself outside. The cold air was exhilarating, and for a moment Jacinto wished so badly for the coming spring, that there would be flowers in bloom for everyone to smell, bright green grass to tread through without the fear of frostbite. And warmth Oh the warmth. How much the Lykoi man wished for it to appear. That would be a fine day indeed.

He took a few minutes to shift, to stand there and let his body transform to their proper dimensions in his four-legged Lupus form, letting the bones lock together and his mop of hair upon his head to disappear. Soon, the transformation was finished. And there stood a gangly Lykoi hybrid. Jacinto trotted to the area of the call, slipping so easily though the old iron gate. There stood the Aquila, and a few others in which he found Omni's face in the crowd. A dark tail swished contentedly as he approached, offering Ezekiel a nod of greeting before sitting himself beside his golden mate. At her feet was a shy and huddled Sinatrai, a sight that he found rather sorrowful seeing he wasn't quite as boisterous as the other small being at the meeting. A black nose prodded itself at his son's small form, nudging him towards himself and in the sight of the assembled clan. He was a pup of Inferni now wasn't he? Lightly, a salmon tongue washed itself over the flank of Sinatrai, attempting to brighten the scarred boy's attitude.

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