09-29-2009, 02:50 AM
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rawr, cannot miss fun pack thread! 444 words.
Ares sat cross-legged in his favorite nook, nestled between the roots of a giant tree along the northern Lenape River. His tatty green spiral-bound notebook was open on his lap, and the pen in his right hand carefully etched word after word along the page. He wrote very deliberately, gripping the pen too tightly, and often the words bled through to the page behind, resulting in near half the pages in the notebook having to be skipped over. Every few minutes he would pause, sometimes gnaw a little on the pen, and then continue when the correct word came to him.
A howl rang out, and the words he intended to write were crowded out by his mind scrambling after other facts: that was Anu who had called, and it was.. the pack's birthday? Or something.. Gah, what was it he was going to write?! He couldn't remember, ugh. Welll... He should probably go. Like, really. He couldn't avoid Mati forever. Ares hadn't even been back to the Manor since he had punched Haven in the face, so afraid he was of seeing her. Or anyone. He just hadn't been feeling particularly.. social. And while that was great for his poetry, it was not so much for his general mood or well-being. He hadn't even been eating enough, really. He was a skilled enough hunter, just hadn't felt... motivated, to hunt, or to do anything.
With a great, exaggerated, dramatic sigh, Ares moved his pen to the top of the page, scrawling a make-shift title for his half-finished poem. "From the Depths of My Deep Soul". He sort of liked it. It clearly expressed the emotionally charged nature of the words he had chosen. Yeah, this poem was shaping up to be one of the better ones. Lost words or not, that cheered him, some. Closing the notebook, he tucked it into his gray backpack, swung that up onto his shoulders, and trotted off towards the Manor.
Of course, Mati was there. So were a bunch of other people. Ugh, he didn't want to have to talk to anyoneeee. The tree was really pretty, though. Ares wondered who did that, was it Savina or Anu? It was the latter that made the call. Had Mati helped? God, a glance at her brought back the rush of confusion, and an intense emotion that flooded his already poetry-attuned mind with lines of verse. Princess was there, and Ares half-considered wandering over there, but then he'd have to talk to Jaz and Savina too... Nah. Instead he just sat down near the beautiful tree, whipping out his poetry book again, jotting down some of the words before he lost them.
Ares sat cross-legged in his favorite nook, nestled between the roots of a giant tree along the northern Lenape River. His tatty green spiral-bound notebook was open on his lap, and the pen in his right hand carefully etched word after word along the page. He wrote very deliberately, gripping the pen too tightly, and often the words bled through to the page behind, resulting in near half the pages in the notebook having to be skipped over. Every few minutes he would pause, sometimes gnaw a little on the pen, and then continue when the correct word came to him.
A howl rang out, and the words he intended to write were crowded out by his mind scrambling after other facts: that was Anu who had called, and it was.. the pack's birthday? Or something.. Gah, what was it he was going to write?! He couldn't remember, ugh. Welll... He should probably go. Like, really. He couldn't avoid Mati forever. Ares hadn't even been back to the Manor since he had punched Haven in the face, so afraid he was of seeing her. Or anyone. He just hadn't been feeling particularly.. social. And while that was great for his poetry, it was not so much for his general mood or well-being. He hadn't even been eating enough, really. He was a skilled enough hunter, just hadn't felt... motivated, to hunt, or to do anything.
With a great, exaggerated, dramatic sigh, Ares moved his pen to the top of the page, scrawling a make-shift title for his half-finished poem. "From the Depths of My Deep Soul". He sort of liked it. It clearly expressed the emotionally charged nature of the words he had chosen. Yeah, this poem was shaping up to be one of the better ones. Lost words or not, that cheered him, some. Closing the notebook, he tucked it into his gray backpack, swung that up onto his shoulders, and trotted off towards the Manor.
Of course, Mati was there. So were a bunch of other people. Ugh, he didn't want to have to talk to anyoneeee. The tree was really pretty, though. Ares wondered who did that, was it Savina or Anu? It was the latter that made the call. Had Mati helped? God, a glance at her brought back the rush of confusion, and an intense emotion that flooded his already poetry-attuned mind with lines of verse. Princess was there, and Ares half-considered wandering over there, but then he'd have to talk to Jaz and Savina too... Nah. Instead he just sat down near the beautiful tree, whipping out his poetry book again, jotting down some of the words before he lost them.