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Date: March 12Setting: Anathema, just outside one of the cave openings. Time: Early morning. Character Form: Lupus |
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What the hell was he doing out here? The Angela's pup rarely left the confines of the caves except for when he had to find a bush to relieve himself, and even then he never went outside without the cover of dark to shroud him. The sun... he suspected the sun of treachery. It was so bright and warm that the boy was certain it was made of fire, and if it had the power to light up the world it had the power to reach down and singe him... or worse. But now, for some reason, the shadowy pup had trotted out of one of the entrances he knew well... at the break of dawn. And why?
Well the reason was simple... he was trying to remember something, and needed to jog his memory, for he wanted to imagine it exactly as it had happened. Now the pup found himself up on a ledge, the very ledge he and Juju used to play upon, the same one that the boys warred over the day they witnessed the just killing of the Inferni trespasser. The memory came to him when he was in that slothful state just between slumber and consciousness, and it had jolted him upright. The memory did not frighten the boy, but intrigued him, and he wanted to seek it further.
But the last time he was up here he was much smaller. The narrow path to the ledge was hard enough for his floppy paws to follow, and now that he was up there he found that he took up the majority of the ledge, and snorted in annoyance. The pup had just set his butt down when he felt the rock shift beneath him. He had no time to wonder if he had noticed it was that unsteady before, when the stone crumbled under his rump. Pebbles clacked over the rocks and plopped into the snow, and much of Scorpius followed. He scrabbled for purchase, and managed to catch what was left of the ledge, but his lupine paws would not be able to hold on for long. He glanced over his shoulder. The fall wasn't far and hitting the ground probably woldn't hurt him, but it was the possibility of bouncing against all those jagged rocks that worried him.