One Day

Scorpius D'Angelo · 06-22-2011, 06:05 PM

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Date: 22 June

Setting: Kitchen Room of Anathema

Time: Morning

Character Form: Optime

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Hi Mommy Big Grin / Word Count: 512 (5 points)

It had been a while since the accident to the young wolf’s face occurred. Since then, Scorpius had spent most of his time at home and thinking about what to do with his life. His mind was occupied on other things. He emitted a soft sign from his lips as he stared to the ceiling of his home. He had still been attending his lessons with his mother, though more now than before, he had been doing his own things. He had a few plans to do outside of the pack lands, though he didn’t plan to tell his mother about them. He was sure she would just make a big deal out of all of it. His ruby gaze moved around as he stood up and placed the mask he wore back on his face. He then began to make his way out of his home and out into the general common area. He gazed around as it seemed none of the other members of the pack were out here. Perhaps they are all busy. The black male began to wander around the common area as he held his arms behind his back.

Scorpius soon moved from the common area and to the kitchen room. No one was here either, but perhaps he would be able to attrach someone here and help him to cook a meal with him. He moved from the kitchen area and into the cold storage. He was sure it would be alright to look for some meat to share with someone. His fingers moved along the meats stored in there and picked out one nice peace and then began to head back into kitchen area. He set the meat down as he rested his body in front of where the food would be cooked. The fire was out and he would have to build a new one from scratch. He silently got up and began to head out of the closest exit to the cooking area. As he exited, he began to collect some small twigs and sticks for the fire. He was sure he wouldn’t need too much to get a fire going, and he would always be able to come back out here if he needed more.

The black male entered back into the cave system and back over to the area where he was going to cook. He placed the twigs on the ground and then the sticks on top. He then began to rub two sticks together until he got a spark and the fire began to grow. He paused as he stared into the fire, the memories of his accident coming back to him. He could remember feeling the horrible heat on his face as he placed his hand over his mask. It was a horrible day and he wondered what had happened to the one who pushed him into the fires. The male closed his ruby eyes as he let out a sigh. For now it didn’t matter. What matter now was he focused on his life now.

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