07-07-2009, 12:03 AM
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 hello. :o class is over and most of my friends graduated and aren't around much any more, so i thought i could try this again. -really dropped the ball with maz, just got consumed by dumbass projects and stuff changing and bullshit- ): it would be lovely if someone who already knew him found him, but whatever works. anselm has so much to catch up on! :o he doesn't even know he's a grandfather yet, rofl.
{anselm de le poer; halloween 2005; were; ~3/4 wolf, ~1/4 'yote; boy; aim is still the same}   Things had changed. Anselm was not the wolf he'd been a year ago, although to the casual observer he might seem the same as always. The changes were subtle--where before he was cunning, he was now also enlightened; where he was once egocentric and selfish, he was now more mature (if just a tad). When all was said and done, though, he'd evolved beneath the surface--his rough exterior was much the same. He still sported the same bold golden coat and hard crimson stare--perhaps he'd picked up a couple of scars here and there, but nothing too extravagant or worthy of mention. During his absence, he'd grown only slightly leaner--his build remained much the same, though perhaps tipping ever so slightly nearer that of a traveller. It wasn't awfully surprising the powerful hybrid wasn't any worse for hte wear. Anselm had wondered homeless before, and this time he'd discovered a few folks willing to put up with his ass for a few weeks here and there.What else had changed? His ears pointed calmly behind his head and his tail lowered, he trotted just inside and about the Inferni border, inhaling deeply. The familiar scents that swam up his nose and tickled his brain were enough to make his eyes close for a fleeting moment in silent thanks. He'd known enough not to assume Inferni hadn't changed while he was gone... but damned if he wasn't happy that Gabe and Ryan were still around. Happy. That was a new one. His thick tail swung unconsciously behind him between his feet and for a moment he almost cried out right then. But no--he wasn't ready yet. Putting his head back down to the ground, he pressed in further, trying to see what he might recognise. Only one puppy, whose scent strangely overlapped with his daughter's... odd. Hybrid, the weird spindly male who'd propositioned him one morning as he worked out... meh, at least it was a familiar person. Hmm; other than that, he didn't have much.It was late. The sun had set hours ago, and Anselm was tired. He contemplated whether or not he ought to find Gabriel or Ryan at once, but he decided they might actually care to sleep through the night, assuming they may have been already. Consciously or not, by the time he was satisfied sniffing around he found himself headed squarely for his old den. Consciously or otherwise, it was no coincidence. This was the only place he had ever felt like home. He was delighted to find his old den the way he'd left it... some debris had piled up inside the entry way, and without even thinking about it he began to shovel it behind him with his large paws, kicking it out into the cool of night. Inside, his red eyes glowed as he surveyed his piles of trinkets and tools he'd accumulated before. Ah; home. The wolf exhaled roughly as his body dropped to the ground and curled into a ball. This was exactly where he was supposed to be and he finally knew it. |