Going through the motions

Saul Stormbringer · 01-16-2011, 08:08 AM

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ooc;; sorry for the wait dear! hope you dont mind me joining!

This transition period was a section of his life that the young timber boy felt as though he was lost. He was a Jager now and his hunting abilities had excelled beyond the boundaries his youth had set him. A few days ago he had called his teacher and brothers out to a spot near Oberon’s Spring where he had begun to build his house. He was ready to be on his own and looked forward to the solitary life he would soon lead. But his home wasn’t ready yet and he was stuck in the old Victorian house with Conor and Bris and the puppies that had no-one to look after them. He wished to be gone, wished to be able to make enough noise in the morning without the fear of waking a puppy up and his brother. Truth be told he hadn’t seen Ascher in a long time and wondered if the boy was still living with them. He wanted to catch up with the boy at some point and perhaps when his house was finished he would invite his youngest brother round for a hunt or something similar. He was impatient for the first time in his life and the impatience drove him from the crowded house and into his studies.

He had worked out the books Saluce had given him, trying to learn how to make a bow. It was a difficult process if you wanted to make a good one and the two attempts he had tried at making them had turned out a brittle snapping wood. Perhaps it was the type of wood he decided to use but he thought it more to do with the fact that he had been to brash in bending the wood. He knew he should try and condition the branch to bend instead of simply forcing it into submission. He was a patient boy most of the time and he knew that once his house was built he would have more time to perfect the art. He might even try making traps like Conor suggested a long time ago. In the meantime, he needed to get a roof over his head.

Two legs made little noise as he made his way towards Oberon’s Spring. In his arms were four very large planks of wood, the start of the beams to start his roof. He knew he needed more but he would also need more than just himself to put them up there. He had most of his walls up, the doors and windows empty. He would need to find some glass soon to make a window pane for his house. That was in the future though and he needed to make it waterproof first. It would have been easier to inhabit than an already built house but he was not the usual kind of person. He wanted a custom made house that he knew he had put his own sweat and tears in to.

Green eyes started as a white body, nearly all camouflaged in the white snow lay close to his home. There were only three pure white wolves in the pack- Bris was in the Victorian house looking after Eclipse, Shiloh would never had allowed herself to remain on the floor for that length of time. Therefore it must be Siku, the new girl. Placing the long lengths of timber on the ground he padded over to her optime form and crouched down beside her. Concern for her welfare washed over him and he brushed back her long pale hair with a practised motion.

“Siku? Are you okay?”

He murmured, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face. It was a very personal thing to do, but Saul was not the type to worry about personal boundaries when he found someone in the snow.

word count;; 646

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