02-08-2008, 11:08 PM
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You don't have to match the length, of course. I rambled. XD
Perhaps he should have expected it, but really, who expected their family to dump them miles away from home? No matter how many times he rolled the thought over in his head, he couldn't get why he wasn't wanted. He had always done what he was told, even though he was never terribly social. That was just his nature. Ari would rather imagine himself in solo journeys, and also entertained himself with art. He didn't often play with the other kids — a reason why he imagined he probably wouldn't be missed too much. He wondered if it had been a decision by his second-elder brother, Pelagios, and his mother. Pelagios never did like him (even though the stormy gray boy didn't like anyone, it seemed), and his mother didn't seem to either. Nikolaos was always the one who seemed to tolerate him, and he had been the one to drop him off here. But still... Ari couldn't get the compassionate glint in his brother's dark eyes. He hadn't been part of it — he had just been given the ax and was told to be the executioner. In a metaphorical sense. That was how it felt to Ari, at least.
Still, he couldn't dwell on it. With all the time Ari spent with himself, he had plenty of time to think. He thought and thought and thought for an entire day, and decided to not sit on the whole ordeal any longer. If he was going to wait here for his brother (who might never show up, he imagined), he might as well get settled. He searched through the territory called Jaded Shadows, looking for a piece of real estate that might suit a kid like him. Eventually he settled in a small dirt cavern nestled between a few foothills of Ashen Mountain. It was right in the middle of a snarled copse of trees — the perfect place to hide away from prying eyes.
After setting up shop and making the place a little bit more homey, Ari set off on his next excursion. He needed art supplies. He had had the idea to get most of his art things before they left (Nikolaos had told him they were going on an "adventure", which Ari thought he could take his art things along as a person would take a Game Boy), but he was fresh out of paint. He filled part of his paint flask with water, and started looking through the skeletal undergrowth of the forest for something to make the pigment. He wasn't having good luck with it, either. He wanted black paint, mostly, but he might have to settle with dark green... He sighed, glancing up at the weak midday sun. He just didn't know forests well. They were very much different from the swampland he had been raised in.
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Perhaps he should have expected it, but really, who expected their family to dump them miles away from home? No matter how many times he rolled the thought over in his head, he couldn't get why he wasn't wanted. He had always done what he was told, even though he was never terribly social. That was just his nature. Ari would rather imagine himself in solo journeys, and also entertained himself with art. He didn't often play with the other kids — a reason why he imagined he probably wouldn't be missed too much. He wondered if it had been a decision by his second-elder brother, Pelagios, and his mother. Pelagios never did like him (even though the stormy gray boy didn't like anyone, it seemed), and his mother didn't seem to either. Nikolaos was always the one who seemed to tolerate him, and he had been the one to drop him off here. But still... Ari couldn't get the compassionate glint in his brother's dark eyes. He hadn't been part of it — he had just been given the ax and was told to be the executioner. In a metaphorical sense. That was how it felt to Ari, at least.
Still, he couldn't dwell on it. With all the time Ari spent with himself, he had plenty of time to think. He thought and thought and thought for an entire day, and decided to not sit on the whole ordeal any longer. If he was going to wait here for his brother (who might never show up, he imagined), he might as well get settled. He searched through the territory called Jaded Shadows, looking for a piece of real estate that might suit a kid like him. Eventually he settled in a small dirt cavern nestled between a few foothills of Ashen Mountain. It was right in the middle of a snarled copse of trees — the perfect place to hide away from prying eyes.
After setting up shop and making the place a little bit more homey, Ari set off on his next excursion. He needed art supplies. He had had the idea to get most of his art things before they left (Nikolaos had told him they were going on an "adventure", which Ari thought he could take his art things along as a person would take a Game Boy), but he was fresh out of paint. He filled part of his paint flask with water, and started looking through the skeletal undergrowth of the forest for something to make the pigment. He wasn't having good luck with it, either. He wanted black paint, mostly, but he might have to settle with dark green... He sighed, glancing up at the weak midday sun. He just didn't know forests well. They were very much different from the swampland he had been raised in.