09-21-2011, 08:55 PM
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
wc:322. tbh, I'm really surprised that I hadn't been removed... Oh well, gotta try to make up for lost time.
The young man hadn’t really noticed just how tall he had become until he held his sister in his arms. While the two of them had certainly inherited the doggish features of their mother’s line, Jackson still had some features taken from his father. The dual-toned male’s height belied his wolf heritage, with a lanky frame he was finally beginning to grow into. Esme, on the other hand, remained light and petite, in contrast to her brother’s larger build. Certainly it was a fitting look for the young woman. As she caressed his cheek and briefly pressed her nose to his, his face lit up with a smile. “Love you too, sis,” he said with a short, warm laugh.
Jackson spent much of his time of late lurking alone through Anathema’s territory, or else feeling suffocated on the off chance he found himself surrounded by others within the winding caves. This little adventure with Esme would be a welcome change from that. He had resigned himself to venturing through the temple on his own, but this would be much more fun. It would give the Acidic pair a chance to catch up, away from the prying eyes of the rest of Anathema. He was happy to see that she seemed as excited for their little adventure as he was, eagerly taking him by the hand and leading him into the temple’s entrance. The young man kept up with her eager pace as they ventured into the darkened structure. Cerulean eyes adjusted easily to the dim lighting, faint shafts of light from cracks in the ceiling revealing the contents within the ancient building. The carvings from the pillars outside continued here along the walls, just as worn down from age. A pair of stone statues flanked a small doorway just ahead of them, solemn and silent guardians from an age past. “Ohh, spooky,” he said, a grin making its way to his features.
The young man hadn’t really noticed just how tall he had become until he held his sister in his arms. While the two of them had certainly inherited the doggish features of their mother’s line, Jackson still had some features taken from his father. The dual-toned male’s height belied his wolf heritage, with a lanky frame he was finally beginning to grow into. Esme, on the other hand, remained light and petite, in contrast to her brother’s larger build. Certainly it was a fitting look for the young woman. As she caressed his cheek and briefly pressed her nose to his, his face lit up with a smile. “Love you too, sis,” he said with a short, warm laugh.
Jackson spent much of his time of late lurking alone through Anathema’s territory, or else feeling suffocated on the off chance he found himself surrounded by others within the winding caves. This little adventure with Esme would be a welcome change from that. He had resigned himself to venturing through the temple on his own, but this would be much more fun. It would give the Acidic pair a chance to catch up, away from the prying eyes of the rest of Anathema. He was happy to see that she seemed as excited for their little adventure as he was, eagerly taking him by the hand and leading him into the temple’s entrance. The young man kept up with her eager pace as they ventured into the darkened structure. Cerulean eyes adjusted easily to the dim lighting, faint shafts of light from cracks in the ceiling revealing the contents within the ancient building. The carvings from the pillars outside continued here along the walls, just as worn down from age. A pair of stone statues flanked a small doorway just ahead of them, solemn and silent guardians from an age past. “Ohh, spooky,” he said, a grin making its way to his features.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM