10-03-2009, 12:16 AM
He's in his lupus form, btw. :3
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For the longest time, the sky had been overcast with no chances of the sun poking through and shaking the chill off of the earth. But the coolness of the morning weather didn’t really bother Hezekiah that much, but he still thought it was decidedly nippy. He had spent the night in the forest, having gotten himself well acquainted with it the day prior. Even though he had been through it a number of times, like many of the other places within Inferni, he was just beginning to explore them for all they were worth. Far from having any worldly, intelligible skill like his peers and superiors (or so he believed) and having nothing better to do that he could think of, Hezekiah stuck to what he knew best. He stayed out of their way. Occasionally someone was worth shadowing from afar, but he often lost interest in that, especially when he didn’t dare to get close to them like he had with Anselm. Having a repeat performance of how they met was something he certainly didn’t want to deal with.
There had been a nagging feeling that had burrowed itself deep down at the bottom of his gut that he had come to associate with homesickness. It was funny, really, because he knew without even calling up particular memories that home, as in the place he had been before, wasn’t that great. The only real difference between the two was that he got at least half a sense of belonging in Inferni and perhaps most importantly, he didn’t have to deal with his father. No more complaining about him wandering when he actually didn’t really wander at all. No more complaining about him being a reminder of the mother that he had never met. But the thought, then and there, was enough to make him stop in the middle of that forest where the fork of a swollen creek flanked him from side to side.
Hezekiah shook his head, but not to shake the thought — it had started raining. Though the thought was thoroughly dislodged from his head and almost immediately thereafter, he had turned back the way he had come, searching high and low for somewhere that would be decent cover from the rain.