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24.07.12 . 1pm . fort cumberland . optime form



Teme Chibi is by Requiem!

His life had certainly taken a complete turn on its head in the last couple of days. After his father had returned from Casa di Cavalieri, mare and foals in tow, Temeraire had been surprised (and really rather excited) that Saul had given him Maia's foal to raise and train. He'd named her Helexia, but he found himself shortening the name once or twice to Hex, which seemed to fit the spirited filly. He'd been out to the stables a few times in the last two days to see his horse and to get acquainted with this new territory. It seemed his shifting had caused him to grow up a bit. He found that he no longer giggled- it had deepened into a manly chuckle that was strange but new. This was, of course, not the biggest change in his life.


After his father had dumped the proverbial bomb on him about sex and genitalia, Temeraire had come to the conclusion that his recently mated father would probably be getting up to a lot of that. He shuddered even now thinking about it, and this was the ultimate reason for moving out. Saul had taken it surprisingly well he thought as he'd made his way through Jordheim, before eventually settling on a medium sized house not too far away. He'd realised he was closer to Lilin's home, but he knew that wouldn't last long. He was sure she would be moving to his old home soon. Rolling out of his new bed, dishevelled and groaning. Unlike his father, he did not rise with the dawn.


Since shifting two days ago, Temeraire had been unable to shift back down again. It was probably not a good idea that he'd shifted in his sleep- he hadn't been conscious during the shift itself and therefore still didn't really understand the mechanism of shifting. He'd attempted to walk on hands and feet, but it was such an awkward way of moving that he'd decided to remain upright. His curiosity was going to get the best of him, but he couldn't resist. No longer counted as an Aeska, he knew he wasn't a priority for protection any more, in light of Aunt Coli's recent attack. He'd wanted to go exploring, and therefore he'd made his way towards the Lake borders.


The sun was just falling towards the other half of the sky, just an hour over noon he would have guestimated, when an interesting sight presented itself to him. Blue eyes caught the dun brown of bricks before he moved closer, the ruins of the Fort piquing his interest to no end. With a boyish grin, Temeraire pounced forward and onto the crumbling battlements, tail swishing behind him as he moved over the bricks.

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