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table © Alaine
ooc: Arachnea's Revenge, Halo plz <3
Dawn was breaking.
The air was crisp and cool against his pelt, and the youth stirred as sunlight began to prickle slowly across the brittle blue and golden sky. Winter's claws seemed to scrap reluctantly away from the earth, and spring relished in it's victory with tender shoots of emerald and buds of brilliant hue. But still Caillen was grateful for his thick, shaggy coat, knowing that without it the night would have been miserably endless and bitterly cold.
The wolfdog finally opened his eyes, a tranquil and owlish sky blue, squinting them slightly at the intrusion of the light. He was in Optime form, having taken the excuse of the cold snap to make a small fire the night before, as he had learned from his mother so many months ago. The teen was not yet adult, but his body had matured fast, and the thick blood of his father ensured that what should have been a mild-height frame was surprisingly tall, more so than a majority of full-blooded wolves. However, the collie in him was starkly obvious, from the strange slate and ivory canvas of his pelt, to the one dark ear that remained stubbornly floppy.
Slowly, the youth rose from his curled position to stretch out his arms and yawn hugely. His teeth glittered in the dawn light; Massive ivory daggers, another gift from his father. For all appearances, Caillen could have been a monstrous warrior, a brilliant fighter, a skilled weapon of war. But the vagabond had absolutely no skill in the art of battle, and his appearance was entirely deceiving. Those huge teeth were only bared in a goofy, charming grin, that muscled form awkward and clumsy.
Grabbing a nearby stick with one ivory and clawed hand, he stabbed at the faintly glowing embers, all that remained of his carefully built fire. They banked quickly, and satisfied that he'd completed the task, Caillen used the stick to support himself.
Standing, those clear blue eyes were offered a brilliant view of the place in which the wanderer found himself. So far from the confines of the Cour des Miracles packland, so far from that little Chien Hotel, his mothers domain! This was what real men did, when their feet itched for adventure! Smiling with boyish handsomeness, the youth cracked his spine in a final arch to ease out the stiffness of sleep. He wondered at this strange forest, its sullen silence - Where was the birdsong? The wildlife? All he'd found to eat the day before had been a stringy hare! Perhaps he shouldn't be here... This land seemed a little spooky.
" Bah, spooky? I eat spooky for breakfast!"
Pleased that his voice had broken the silence, Caillen's grin grew. Hefting the stick at his side like a spear, he began to venture forth into the wilderness.
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