12-24-2007, 09:15 PM
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For Endy. Hope it’s okay that this is set in the commons of the pack den.
He had been accepted into Jaded Shadows once again. The thought was a comforting one amongst the chilly season. Sprawled on the ground in the den, half inside and half-outside he stared with icy blue eyes at the sky. He had been glad to find his old den was still vacant, a den that Salvaged had inhabited once upon a time. Now it was merely a memory, little scars of writing on the wall from Teri’s maniac days and the very faintest scent of the former demon. Ignoring the writing he packed up a few things and set out to explore the territory.
Midday had long since past and now the beginnings of the evening were just breaking into the skies. Dusk was still half an hour away, give or take, and Sedition wanted to finish the outline of the carving before evening and darkness took away his attention to detail. His small tool belt was securely around his waist, his Optime form the prime way to carve with the most dexterity but not the prime way to travel. Taking long strides and avoiding the underbrush as much as possible the silver and white streaked Wick made his way to the pack den and then within, following the path towards the source of the concentrated scents.
Near the worktable he spread out his tools, lighting a very small fire and igniting a candle one of the Berowick elders had made for him. Extinguishing the fire and working by the light of the candle he let the scents of the world inspire him and let his fingers and his instincts move on their own.
He had been accepted into Jaded Shadows once again. The thought was a comforting one amongst the chilly season. Sprawled on the ground in the den, half inside and half-outside he stared with icy blue eyes at the sky. He had been glad to find his old den was still vacant, a den that Salvaged had inhabited once upon a time. Now it was merely a memory, little scars of writing on the wall from Teri’s maniac days and the very faintest scent of the former demon. Ignoring the writing he packed up a few things and set out to explore the territory.
Midday had long since past and now the beginnings of the evening were just breaking into the skies. Dusk was still half an hour away, give or take, and Sedition wanted to finish the outline of the carving before evening and darkness took away his attention to detail. His small tool belt was securely around his waist, his Optime form the prime way to carve with the most dexterity but not the prime way to travel. Taking long strides and avoiding the underbrush as much as possible the silver and white streaked Wick made his way to the pack den and then within, following the path towards the source of the concentrated scents.
Near the worktable he spread out his tools, lighting a very small fire and igniting a candle one of the Berowick elders had made for him. Extinguishing the fire and working by the light of the candle he let the scents of the world inspire him and let his fingers and his instincts move on their own.