10-17-2010, 11:09 AM
[html]ooc;; 16.10.10 for gideon and saul behbeh!
Saul and his brother and sister were seven months old today. They were all closer to the year mark now, past the six month in-between period where they could no longer be called 'pup' but there was also no other word for them. With their turn of the month, the young Stormbringers could now be called teenagers and they were well on their way to learning everything they needed to know to survive. Unlike Gideon, who had been left behind and Ascher, who had stayed with their father in the storm that separated him and Shiloh from everyone- Saul knew what it took to survive. After all, he nearly hadn't. He had arrived just twelve days ago, emaciated and exhausted. His Aunt Bris had found him, and since then he had been busy meeting lots of people. But in nearly two weeks, he had not once bumped into his favourite brother Gideon.
Saul sensed there was something about this fact that he wasn't getting. He figured it was unusual for his brother not to be out and about, and Saul had spent the past three days on Dahlian ground. He had searched for his brother far and wide, but to no avail. Now, he was on a Gideon hunt. He had started in Berwick, searching through the abandoned town. He had moved anti-clockwise, visiting the outskirts of Dahlia and around to the coast. He could see the island from where he stood and vowed he would take his brothers there when he rounded them all up for a picnic. He had swooped round and back to St Pepin's Vineyard and a quick peek around Flanders Field told him that his brother was not there. He was beginning to get desperate when he decided to go back home and search again. Getting into Wolfville was easy, a straight line from Flanders Field back again. He ran, his stomach growling at him all the way. With his rigorous morning routine and his already starved body, Saul found that he was always hungry and cold and tired. He had been successfull only twice at hunting whilst being back home- one rabbit and one half-dead squirrel.
"“Gideon? Where aaare you? Gideon? Why're you hiding from your big brother?”"
His voice echoed through the large Victorian Mansion that he shared with his brothers, aunt and Conor. He didn't know if anyone else lived here, and if they did they knew what he was up to. But Saul didn't care, for once, as he bounded up the stairs and skittered to a hault outside his brothers bedroom door. A quick headbutt against the door, repeated three times, let his brother know that he was wanted, before Saul sat back and gazed at the door, waiting to see his brother for the first time in three months.
word count;; 470
"speech"
Saul and his brother and sister were seven months old today. They were all closer to the year mark now, past the six month in-between period where they could no longer be called 'pup' but there was also no other word for them. With their turn of the month, the young Stormbringers could now be called teenagers and they were well on their way to learning everything they needed to know to survive. Unlike Gideon, who had been left behind and Ascher, who had stayed with their father in the storm that separated him and Shiloh from everyone- Saul knew what it took to survive. After all, he nearly hadn't. He had arrived just twelve days ago, emaciated and exhausted. His Aunt Bris had found him, and since then he had been busy meeting lots of people. But in nearly two weeks, he had not once bumped into his favourite brother Gideon.
Saul sensed there was something about this fact that he wasn't getting. He figured it was unusual for his brother not to be out and about, and Saul had spent the past three days on Dahlian ground. He had searched for his brother far and wide, but to no avail. Now, he was on a Gideon hunt. He had started in Berwick, searching through the abandoned town. He had moved anti-clockwise, visiting the outskirts of Dahlia and around to the coast. He could see the island from where he stood and vowed he would take his brothers there when he rounded them all up for a picnic. He had swooped round and back to St Pepin's Vineyard and a quick peek around Flanders Field told him that his brother was not there. He was beginning to get desperate when he decided to go back home and search again. Getting into Wolfville was easy, a straight line from Flanders Field back again. He ran, his stomach growling at him all the way. With his rigorous morning routine and his already starved body, Saul found that he was always hungry and cold and tired. He had been successfull only twice at hunting whilst being back home- one rabbit and one half-dead squirrel.
"“Gideon? Where aaare you? Gideon? Why're you hiding from your big brother?”"
His voice echoed through the large Victorian Mansion that he shared with his brothers, aunt and Conor. He didn't know if anyone else lived here, and if they did they knew what he was up to. But Saul didn't care, for once, as he bounded up the stairs and skittered to a hault outside his brothers bedroom door. A quick headbutt against the door, repeated three times, let his brother know that he was wanted, before Saul sat back and gazed at the door, waiting to see his brother for the first time in three months.
word count;; 470
"speech"