06-15-2009, 09:57 AM
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The wafting aroma of wild roses reached his nostrils, ensnaring the six-year-old in a web of flowery goodness. They reminded him of his sisters; two natural beauties with nettlesome personalities. Another birthday had come and gone away, making him much older than he’d been a few days prior. His littermate Tayui was still a beauty even at the age of six. At least, he thought so. He, on the other hand, struggled with the multitude of grey hairs appearing on his muzzle. Granted, no one could see them amongst his white-colored pelt but he knew they were there, which was enough to fuel his insecurities.
Honoré wanted to give his sister the prettiest flower out there; it would surely make up for his latest screw-up. Keeping Noir out all night hadn’t been his intention, but they’d been having so much fun together! Time went by much faster in her company, it seemed. Closing in on his target (the nicest patch of red roses in all of ‘Souls, he was sure of it!), the Québécois meticulously picked out the prettiest of them all. It was located right in the middle of the rose bush, a rare diamond gleaming in the sunlight. It was perfect. His opinion quickly changed though, as he leaned forward and curled his fingers around the stem. Bad idea.
A surprised yowl spewed out of his partly opened maw as one if the rose’s thorns punctured the tip of his thumb. A single drop of blood surfaced and sent his mind reeling. Little did he know, things were about to get considerably worse. He’d unknowingly trespassed into foreign pack lands and thanks to his defective sense of smell, he wasn’t about to realize it on his own. His full attention was focused on his bloodstained finger.
Honoré wanted to give his sister the prettiest flower out there; it would surely make up for his latest screw-up. Keeping Noir out all night hadn’t been his intention, but they’d been having so much fun together! Time went by much faster in her company, it seemed. Closing in on his target (the nicest patch of red roses in all of ‘Souls, he was sure of it!), the Québécois meticulously picked out the prettiest of them all. It was located right in the middle of the rose bush, a rare diamond gleaming in the sunlight. It was perfect. His opinion quickly changed though, as he leaned forward and curled his fingers around the stem. Bad idea.
A surprised yowl spewed out of his partly opened maw as one if the rose’s thorns punctured the tip of his thumb. A single drop of blood surfaced and sent his mind reeling. Little did he know, things were about to get considerably worse. He’d unknowingly trespassed into foreign pack lands and thanks to his defective sense of smell, he wasn’t about to realize it on his own. His full attention was focused on his bloodstained finger.