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Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:44 pm
Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:33 pm
Slowly, his personality crawled back, guiltily hunching as if expecting a blow from its owner. Octavius accepted the change in mood with some grimness, wondering just how close to becoming a monster he'd been lately. Well—he'd never hurt anybody, at least not seriously, but he had threatened, and stole. If it had all been to protect Judas, he would have accepted this, but most canines didn't pose a threat like he thought they did. Though wary, ever wary, he began to relax his temperament and focused on what was important, such as finding food and patrolling.
Even now he marched grimly along one of the streets, hunched a little, ears twitching to listen for the scrabble of rats as his nose kept tabs on the scents of the city. Most of it was the same ancient decay, rusting cars and decomposed fabric, but occasionally he crossed a canine scent, paused, and went on his way again when he discovered it was not fresh. Only once did he meet another Luperci, and it was a wolfdog girl—one who was amiable enough, but didn't seem to care for conversation when he tried to chat wth her, instead wandering away to the docks that were apparently her home.
Octavius looked on that situation with odd regret. He didn't realize how lonely he was, and his thoughts trailed often to AniWaya and his friends there. He'd sent another canine their way, and he wondered sometimes about visiting. Only the memory of Genova's face when he turned on her stopped him.
He had his priorities. He couldn't make room for friendship like that.
Frowning, still melancholy compared to his usual upbeat attitude, Octavius halted as he reached a four-way stop. An old car missing a tire leaned tiredly toward the sidewalk, while its tire sat near the middle of the intersection. Oct wandered toward it and thought about sitting on it when a voice rang out—calling a name that made his heart leap into his throat. Red eyes widened, and he whirled toward the sound, raising his own voice in disbelief: Naniko? Mother!
Fri Apr 11, 2014 10:12 am
Sun Apr 20, 2014 12:04 pm
A tall woman approached -- but where Octavius whirled and sought white fur, he found an earth-dappled creature. Confusion and disappointment mingled, and he flattened his ears at the approaching female, hackles rising as red eyes hardened -- defense against his own uplifted hope and subsequent crash. It wasn't until the woman spoke that recognition softened the hard lines of his face, which opened with innocent incomprehension once more.
"Grace?" Octavius ventured, eyes flicking to curls of golden-brown where he remembered dyed dreadlocks. His ears still pressed back, he looked her over and frowned, not at once answering her remarks. His memories of Anathema and his childhood were hazy, as if from amnesia -- though only because he'd neglected the memories of anyone but his mother and brothers. He remembered the harsh woman before him, though, the tradition-keeper so influenced by his mother.
"I -- " He tried to speak, to answer her question, but he was so floored by the moment he thought his mother was nearby that it took him a while to lift his heavy tongue again. "I'm fine," he said. "How are you? You don't... smell like Anathema."
Mon Apr 21, 2014 11:45 am
Fri May 02, 2014 9:00 pm
Dark lips tugged downward as the woman mentioned Naniko's departure. More than once he had wondered how the triplets' departure had affected the woman, but it seemed fate did not wish Octavius' path to cross with his mother's. Worries flared then flickered down into the background as Grace's direct question brought his attention back to the unsatisfying present.
"Vinátta?" he repeated, to give himself a moment to consider whether he should tell the truth about where he'd been -- and where he was now. Large shoulders bumped up in a shrug. "I went off and was an idiot in the wilderness for a while until an old geezer found me," he said, heavy affection imprinted on the less-than-flattering words. "I decided it was time to go off alone then. I left the old man and came here, and I decided to stay in Halifax when I found out Naniko had... left."
He would not mention Judas. Enough wolves sought the dark prince for his alleged crimes, and he did not know what Grace might think of the boy who'd been deemed a demon when he was tiny enough to fit in a birdcage.
Wed Jun 04, 2014 1:55 pm