still the days stay the same

Tedros Talik · 12-07-2011, 11:16 AM

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YOU'RE HERE AND THEN YOU'RE GONE

The mansion was cold and damp and quiet. Tedros was asleep in his shifted form, sprawled lazily on the stained and deteriorating mattress. His paws twitched, heavily engulfed in his dreams. Dreams of Alaki, dreams of Unathi, dreams of Cain, and dreams of the romance novel he had recently finished. The red-hued coyote groaned a little, eyes moving underneath their lids. At once the alarming howl of Ezekiel de le Poer rang like a cacophony through the room, the call reverberating between the walls. The Talik jumped up quickly, startled, and breathing heavily to prove it. After he gave himself a moment to calm down, the Infernian ran a hand through his mane, exhaled, and stood up. He looked at himself in the shattered mirror, staring at his own wine colored eyes. Tedros figured he wouldn’t have a need for the bow and quiver laying in front of him at a meeting – and that if it turned into something more, it’s not like it was a far walk to get the weapon.

He sauntered out slowly, not worried that he’d be late. There were members much farther away than he was. But as he got there, it seemed he must have spent more time looking at himself in the mirror than he thought. He noticed a few canines that he knew: Myrika, Zana, Vesper, and of course, Ezekiel. But the rest were unknown to him, so he simply nodded at the Aquila and took a seat. The male coyote sat there quietly, feeling a little awkward and out-of-place at the meeting. He did not know nearly enough about the happenings in Inferni, and he felt as if it showed. At least this would give him some sort of perspective on the pack. Tedros’ eyes wandered about the members, still feeling that small pang of hope that he would see someone he knew from times before.

(WORD COUNT — 315)

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