seasons change but people don't

[Ari Sohs]

Endymion.

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His clawed hands gripped around the section of bark as he pulled, neatly severing the piece of wood from its tree. Feeling only somewhat guilty over dismembering part of the tree, he put his other hand on it. He knew it would be fine, of course, but he didn't like people coming around and pulling his fur out. Wordlessly, he departed back towards his home. A small cavern of piled boulders surrounded by a thick copse of trees, it was his sanctuary and shelter. On the outside of the thicket, a small boulder had become a place of meditation for the young Sohs boy. Retrieving his makeshift paint brush from his den, he sat on the rock and sat cross-legged. Placing the piece of bark on his exposed ankles, he began to sketch out the faint outline of some wolf's profile. It was nameless, though somewhat masculine. After a few more seconds of sketching, the dark, heavy lines of thought and wariness, coupled with the dark complexion and wild, short-cropped hair made the vision complete. There, on the small piece of bark, was Ari's memory of what his brother and savior, Nikolaos, looked like. He looked at it for a second, sending a brief prayer to whoever might be listening to his thoughts. Please let him be okay.


Feeling extremely pensive, he refused to move, even as the day dragged on towards afternoon. He continued adding more and more details, each stroke of his brush like another faint memory pressed onto the bark. It was a fair representation, but each detail made him think that he could perfect it just a bit more. Thus, it dragged on for many thought-laden minutes. He didn't mind, though. His stomach was full, he was safe behind these borders, and he was alone. He could feel no more content, unless, perhaps, if he had his brother by his side.

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[Endymion Russo]

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There was only once place to find decent wood in Jaded Shadows. It wasn't as if his home had "bad" wood, persay, but that Endymion was rather picky. The density had to be correct, relative of course to what he wanted to carve, and the tree from which the wood came had to be old enough. Selection of the lucky tree was a tedious and meticulous task, but the wolf felt it was worth it most of the time, if he was satisfied with his work. If not, he would feel rotten for wasting the bit of tree and give the piece of art away. He was quite particular when it came to his work, almost ridiculously so. The decent place was quite deep in the Shadows territory, though it was a fair distance away from the pack den. Carrying a small bag slung over his left shoulder and a thick branch of birch in his hands, Endymion was making his way back from the glen where the grouping of large birches existed. He was rather satisfied; the branch was thick and its bark was so white and delicate that he took great care not to strip it. He had a good feeling about the project ahead, and accompanied by the nice weather he was quite cheerful. Why not stay out and work, instead of keeping cooped up inside? Taking a different route than the way he came, he walked jauntily along, glancing at the blue of the clear sky winking at him between the thick evergreen foliage. He was so distracted that he nearly ran into the young boy (whom he had seen at the pack meeting) sitting just out of his line of sight, and dropped the birch section with something similar to a yelp of surprise. Picking the branch up tenderly and examining it, as if it were a sick child, he glanced over at his fellow pack mate. "Dreadfully sorry," he muttered. "Didn't see you there." He felt extremely foolish and chuckled at himself as he put the branch back down carefully.

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[Ari Sohs]

I know that this thread has just barely started, but do you want to reach a quick conclusion (or let it simply fade to black), and then start a new thread in the new place? I want to close all of my old 'Souls threads as fast as possible.

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Perhaps Ari should have known better and gotten out of the way when he had noticed the male — of whom he had seen at the pack meeting indeed — coming, but he was sure that he would notice him and fail to simply run right over him. Wrong. With a small gasp of astonishment, he slipped backwards off of his boulder perch. Landing heavily on his back, he dropped the rudimentary painting and his brush. Muttering a curse (to himself, for clumsiness, of course) under his breath, he righted himself and smiled disarmingly at the older wolf. "No, no, it's fine," the Sohs wolf said, standing and picking up his items before placing them on the boulder that he had been sitting on. He blinked, interested, as he looked at the birch branch that the other wolf was holding. "What's that for?" he asked, nonchalant.

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