to the elements

Micah Sunrise Lykoi · 05-09-2011, 04:52 PM

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Micah claiming a house! He's spray painting in the back, so CdA people in the village who hear the weird noise might wander by. ^^;

Though Micah had been allowed into Cercatori d'Arte, the boy had spent little time there, too afraid of meeting those who also called it home. After growing up in a pack full of smoking, social idiots and being raised around shameless public sex and the like, Micah had surprisingly grown to value privacy and independence. Had he been able to survive on his own, the boy would have happily done so for as long as possible; however, Juniper Peace had been a place of vegetarians. What little meat that ate was ingested only for nutrients and strength, and their prey walked foolishly into their hands. Never had Micah been taught to hunt, and never had Micah been able to teach himself, either.

When he came to find the union of scents hovering over the small village west of the pack's territory, Micah realized it was where a majority of them spent a majority of their days. Many of the buildings were empty, while several others actively housing residents; Micah did not hold many possessions, nor did he wish to live in such proximity to others, but knew he would be able to build a shelter himself. Besides, the buildings' walls were excellent, wide canvases, and if he called one his own, surely he would not be penalized for drawing there.

He chose one empty, dusty house in the furthest corner and found it perfect: Its stone walls made for a better canvas than the neighboring wooden cabin, it was in a close proximity to a nearby lake and it was shrouded behind the living village foliage, furthering his need for privacy and a place to hide. He dumped what little things he had inside, creating a pile of found spray paint cans in a corner somewhere within the stone walls. Opening the shutters to allow sun in, the salt-and-pepper boy choked on dust before shoving a small desk over to the open window. His plants would do well there, exposed to such sunlight. He then gathered a red can of paint, stepped outside, and on the front door sprayed the iconic symbol, one that would prevent idiots from wandering in uninvited: the Chaos symbol. He did not exactly embrace it, knowing it associated it with his murderous father, but knew the Lykoi family back in Inferni would someday suit him better than any Juniper Peace had ever had to offer him.

With a nervous, shaking sigh, the boy then gathered his materials and broke through the thick foliage lining the outside walls, managing to clear a small path to the back of the building. Pulling his blue handkerchief up over his snout, the boy pulled back his long, black curls into a ponytail, and eagerly began spraying and spraying to his heart's delight, brightening the stone walls in wondrous colors.

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