04-16-2011, 02:07 PM
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
Thank you for starting, and many apologies for this ridic wait. I am a derp. wc:354
The wolfdog boy was beginning to rediscover how much he preferred the outside world to the dank, dark caverns he now called home. He had accepted the change without complaint at first, so happy to simply be reunited with his father and sibling that he made due with the ill-lit and closed off spaces. Weeks of exploring the vast expanses of the cave system had left the activity feeling dull, and so Jackson was once again beginning to venture his way out into the brightly lit world in search of something new to entertain himself with.
The pup travelled wherever his oversized paws would take him, blue eyes taking in the wonder of the varied landscapes Anathema laid claim to. His wanderings eventually brought him to a densely populated forest, where he found himself playing a game of chase with a most displeased little squirrel. Eventually the little creature wound its way effortlessly up a nearby tree, where it chattered down at the boy in agitation. Jackson ignored its indecipherable cursing and busied himself with trying to find his own way up the tree.
In searching for a pup-friendly path up the tree, the boy circled around it, eventually pressing himself against a nearby cluster of bushes in an attempt to discover the best possible viewing angle. As blue eyes searched about the old form of the tree and the surrounding area, he caught sight of a brief flash of a hulking form ducking down out of sight, and the surprise left Jackson frozen in place. Who was that? When he finally regained his bearings and was about to circle around the shrubbery to discover who was lurking nearby, an idea struck him. Maybe he could scare the other into coming out!
He waited in the bushes, a fierce and excited grin lighting up his features. He could hardly keep his tail from wagging and smacking against the cover of the foliage. When only silence continued to greet him, the boy inwardly counted to three and then leapt from his cover, letting out a series of what he considered to be very frightening barks.
The wolfdog boy was beginning to rediscover how much he preferred the outside world to the dank, dark caverns he now called home. He had accepted the change without complaint at first, so happy to simply be reunited with his father and sibling that he made due with the ill-lit and closed off spaces. Weeks of exploring the vast expanses of the cave system had left the activity feeling dull, and so Jackson was once again beginning to venture his way out into the brightly lit world in search of something new to entertain himself with.
The pup travelled wherever his oversized paws would take him, blue eyes taking in the wonder of the varied landscapes Anathema laid claim to. His wanderings eventually brought him to a densely populated forest, where he found himself playing a game of chase with a most displeased little squirrel. Eventually the little creature wound its way effortlessly up a nearby tree, where it chattered down at the boy in agitation. Jackson ignored its indecipherable cursing and busied himself with trying to find his own way up the tree.
In searching for a pup-friendly path up the tree, the boy circled around it, eventually pressing himself against a nearby cluster of bushes in an attempt to discover the best possible viewing angle. As blue eyes searched about the old form of the tree and the surrounding area, he caught sight of a brief flash of a hulking form ducking down out of sight, and the surprise left Jackson frozen in place. Who was that? When he finally regained his bearings and was about to circle around the shrubbery to discover who was lurking nearby, an idea struck him. Maybe he could scare the other into coming out!
He waited in the bushes, a fierce and excited grin lighting up his features. He could hardly keep his tail from wagging and smacking against the cover of the foliage. When only silence continued to greet him, the boy inwardly counted to three and then leapt from his cover, letting out a series of what he considered to be very frightening barks.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM