06-16-2012, 02:33 AM
I suck, and didn't know if he would see the invader....As Jacinto also sucks at those things :o
He had woken that morning on the verge of a nightmare, visions of worlds he didn't want to see, obsessively checking on Omni to see if she was healing alright. But even with her rebel-like assurances of being alright, he still couldn't calm his nerves. Like a sharp point, the situation prodded the Lykoi man. His mate was hurt, and how could he singlehandedly care for a child? Cinto attempted his best, and Sina didn't complain. It could not be all bad. At least he was there to try. He left the Mansion that morning, carrying Omni's bow and donning a simple pair of tattered jeans. His bare chest covered by the strong string of that hardy bow. Hopefully some prey would happen by. Then he met Sparrow. She proved to be adequate company. Able to calm
the hybrid to some degree.
Jacinto had worries on his mind for a while since the attack on Omni from the dusky hybrid that he had encountered upon the borders. If he had not been there, what would have happened? Would he have a lover no longer? A dead woman in his arms? Beauty extinguished for his lifetime? How could the rusted hybrid ever look around and see the beauty again? And how--Could he raise a small child....And still be there strong? Worrying about the worst had him nervous, the chit-chat between him and the smaller coywolf by his side was becoming much more tense. But in a way calming. Omni's ribs were not healed yet. But hopefully--They could heal to the point of near prime status. He walked on four legs, his gangly body slithering through the grass quietly just as the little lady's did. Probing the borders wasn't as hard as it seemed. It was as vital as being a warrior, as vital as breathing and protecting. Cinto's voice stayed friendly, finally falling into the steady pace of kind words and easy conversation. It wasn't so bad. Sparrow wasn't bad company. Maybe, another friend within the fire realm was found. Hopefully.
His tawny feet hit the ground softly and steadily, easy and fluid. The musician missed walks like this. It seemed as if the nicer days, when the lithe male could enjoy himself, were tainted by the blasted wolves attacking their borders. Perhaps some of the clan weren't crazy. Perhaps wolves were not to be trusted, or at least just some of them. Who knew? Maybe the conflict between the canines would persist for generations to come. It had in the past.
Orange eyes took in the scenery around the coy-mixes, summer was surely coming very soon. The Lykoi was not alerted at that time, lulled by the pleasant backdrop around his russet body. But the girl stopped, yellow eyes seemingly searching the area as if something was wrong. His stomach gave a small squeeze, a rather unpleasant clench as she mentioned something. In reply, his back nose based on a thin snout lifted. Taking in a small sniff. The air was tainted with flowers and the fresh smells of the warmer season...And something else. It bothered the Lykoi prince. Something wasn't right. "Yeah." He paused, once again scenting the air. "There's something...Weird about this." The instinctual impulses prodded the hybrid to seek it out. After the experience with hunting, there certainly was something fishy with the entire set up. "Let's go check it out...It's someone, I think. Someone--Who we don't really want here." His size was a downer, barely a smidge larger than the sister to Vesper. How could he possibly be of valid defense? If the worst case scenario persisted...."I think we better stay alert Spar...This isn't right." The silken voice belonging to the musician was laced with a growl, slipping closer to Sparrow as if to protect, tawny flank close. If the worst of his fears condemned true, it could be both of them injured. Or dead. Teeth bared towards the brambles and terrain, the Lykoi called to the source of the scent, "Come out!"
He had woken that morning on the verge of a nightmare, visions of worlds he didn't want to see, obsessively checking on Omni to see if she was healing alright. But even with her rebel-like assurances of being alright, he still couldn't calm his nerves. Like a sharp point, the situation prodded the Lykoi man. His mate was hurt, and how could he singlehandedly care for a child? Cinto attempted his best, and Sina didn't complain. It could not be all bad. At least he was there to try. He left the Mansion that morning, carrying Omni's bow and donning a simple pair of tattered jeans. His bare chest covered by the strong string of that hardy bow. Hopefully some prey would happen by. Then he met Sparrow. She proved to be adequate company. Able to calm
the hybrid to some degree.
Jacinto had worries on his mind for a while since the attack on Omni from the dusky hybrid that he had encountered upon the borders. If he had not been there, what would have happened? Would he have a lover no longer? A dead woman in his arms? Beauty extinguished for his lifetime? How could the rusted hybrid ever look around and see the beauty again? And how--Could he raise a small child....And still be there strong? Worrying about the worst had him nervous, the chit-chat between him and the smaller coywolf by his side was becoming much more tense. But in a way calming. Omni's ribs were not healed yet. But hopefully--They could heal to the point of near prime status. He walked on four legs, his gangly body slithering through the grass quietly just as the little lady's did. Probing the borders wasn't as hard as it seemed. It was as vital as being a warrior, as vital as breathing and protecting. Cinto's voice stayed friendly, finally falling into the steady pace of kind words and easy conversation. It wasn't so bad. Sparrow wasn't bad company. Maybe, another friend within the fire realm was found. Hopefully.
His tawny feet hit the ground softly and steadily, easy and fluid. The musician missed walks like this. It seemed as if the nicer days, when the lithe male could enjoy himself, were tainted by the blasted wolves attacking their borders. Perhaps some of the clan weren't crazy. Perhaps wolves were not to be trusted, or at least just some of them. Who knew? Maybe the conflict between the canines would persist for generations to come. It had in the past.
Orange eyes took in the scenery around the coy-mixes, summer was surely coming very soon. The Lykoi was not alerted at that time, lulled by the pleasant backdrop around his russet body. But the girl stopped, yellow eyes seemingly searching the area as if something was wrong. His stomach gave a small squeeze, a rather unpleasant clench as she mentioned something. In reply, his back nose based on a thin snout lifted. Taking in a small sniff. The air was tainted with flowers and the fresh smells of the warmer season...And something else. It bothered the Lykoi prince. Something wasn't right. "Yeah." He paused, once again scenting the air. "There's something...Weird about this." The instinctual impulses prodded the hybrid to seek it out. After the experience with hunting, there certainly was something fishy with the entire set up. "Let's go check it out...It's someone, I think. Someone--Who we don't really want here." His size was a downer, barely a smidge larger than the sister to Vesper. How could he possibly be of valid defense? If the worst case scenario persisted...."I think we better stay alert Spar...This isn't right." The silken voice belonging to the musician was laced with a growl, slipping closer to Sparrow as if to protect, tawny flank close. If the worst of his fears condemned true, it could be both of them injured. Or dead. Teeth bared towards the brambles and terrain, the Lykoi called to the source of the scent, "Come out!"