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Limbs stretched and retracted in a rhythmatic pulse, fur opened and closed as the muscles beneath them worked hard. He was running, hard and fast, in a direction he was unsure of. It was exhilarating to feel the ground beneath his paws, the wind combing through his fur, the sun shimmering on his back. It was one of thos perfect autumn days, just the barest hint of a cloud in the sky. It would probably be one of the last sunny days of autumn they had that year, although the young Stormbringer didnt know this yet. Cream and tan worked perfectly together in a smooth blur as the pup moved fast through the land. To call him a pup would be a ridiculous notion, considering the fact that he would be eight months in just seventeen days. In five days, he would have been at Dahlia for a month. He had managed to put on some weight, his ribs just slightly less visible than before. And he had managed to locate both his brothers, they were fine.
His bath had taken longer than he had anticipated this morning, the autmn heat warming the waters and making them luxurious to bathe in them. He had floated down river for a while, letting the current take him where it wish. He had almost been pushed out to sea before he scrambled ashore and shook the droplets from his pelt. Green eyes had wandered to the small island out to sea, and he knew that today was the day to drag his brothers out there for a picnic and a catch up. He had made a short lap of the harbor, stretching his legs and back out precisely before heading for home.
They greys and browns of the main street in Wolfville greeted him and a welcoming wave and he gave a soft yip back to them. Home was only a few hundred yards away, so he slowed and caught his breath. He was getting better at his morning routine, his muscles getting stronger. He still needed more meat on him, he was still skinny from his time as a loner. But he was getting better, he was recuperating. Green eyes danced merrily as he approached the house he shared with his family, the neatly bordered path leading to the front door and the quaint little white gate. He opened the door to the house easily, jumping and scratching the worn doorknob until it clicked free. Gideon's bedroom was closest, and Ascher's was up the stairs. With a grin on his face, Saul filled his lungs with air and let it loose with a booming shout.
"GIDEON! ASCHER!"
A simple summon that would certainly get his darker brother out of his room to the side of him. If Ascher was in, he would certainly have heard it. Saul wondered briefly where Conor and Bris were- his Aunt had been acting a little off recently and he wondered why. Pushing these thoughts from his head, Saul made up mind that today was the day that the Stormbringer boys discovered their optime forms. Today was a day of happenins.
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Limbs stretched and retracted in a rhythmatic pulse, fur opened and closed as the muscles beneath them worked hard. He was running, hard and fast, in a direction he was unsure of. It was exhilarating to feel the ground beneath his paws, the wind combing through his fur, the sun shimmering on his back. It was one of thos perfect autumn days, just the barest hint of a cloud in the sky. It would probably be one of the last sunny days of autumn they had that year, although the young Stormbringer didnt know this yet. Cream and tan worked perfectly together in a smooth blur as the pup moved fast through the land. To call him a pup would be a ridiculous notion, considering the fact that he would be eight months in just seventeen days. In five days, he would have been at Dahlia for a month. He had managed to put on some weight, his ribs just slightly less visible than before. And he had managed to locate both his brothers, they were fine.
His bath had taken longer than he had anticipated this morning, the autmn heat warming the waters and making them luxurious to bathe in them. He had floated down river for a while, letting the current take him where it wish. He had almost been pushed out to sea before he scrambled ashore and shook the droplets from his pelt. Green eyes had wandered to the small island out to sea, and he knew that today was the day to drag his brothers out there for a picnic and a catch up. He had made a short lap of the harbor, stretching his legs and back out precisely before heading for home.
They greys and browns of the main street in Wolfville greeted him and a welcoming wave and he gave a soft yip back to them. Home was only a few hundred yards away, so he slowed and caught his breath. He was getting better at his morning routine, his muscles getting stronger. He still needed more meat on him, he was still skinny from his time as a loner. But he was getting better, he was recuperating. Green eyes danced merrily as he approached the house he shared with his family, the neatly bordered path leading to the front door and the quaint little white gate. He opened the door to the house easily, jumping and scratching the worn doorknob until it clicked free. Gideon's bedroom was closest, and Ascher's was up the stairs. With a grin on his face, Saul filled his lungs with air and let it loose with a booming shout.
"GIDEON! ASCHER!"
A simple summon that would certainly get his darker brother out of his room to the side of him. If Ascher was in, he would certainly have heard it. Saul wondered briefly where Conor and Bris were- his Aunt had been acting a little off recently and he wondered why. Pushing these thoughts from his head, Saul made up mind that today was the day that the Stormbringer boys discovered their optime forms. Today was a day of happenins.
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