one step at a time.

Cheveyo Katal · 12-13-2011, 06:40 PM

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I learned that due to his lowly role in the pack he can't yet have a job or transform out of the lupus stage, just so you know! I had to rework a few things / 542 words

The scent of hay and horses surrounded him, as the midday sun shown through the barn windows, it's rays making the dust of the air sparkle in the light. His brow was furrowed, his mouth parted slightly in panting and his eyes traced the patterns the light made on the barn floor. Bored, he placed paw over paw and sighed. It had been a long morning.

Cheveyo had come to the stables early that morning to see his horse, who he could rarely ride since being sentenced to the rank of Itawamba. Yet upon seeing Chev, another pack member insisted he stay and perform a task for them in his lupus form. This was nothing new of course. Any pack member could call on him at any time, due to his new found title. Such was the price he paid for coming to AniWaya at Maska's side. Now, if he planned to stay and avoid the inevitable troubles at home in the Great Tribe he'd have to prove his worth.

So here he was, on a gorgeous day, playing guard dog to a herd of horses after having pulled up weeds from the garden with his teeth. He couldn't even busy himself with brushing them down or cleaning tack without the use of his Optime form with it's longer limbs and fine motor skills. Thus, he'd hunkered down to wait for the return of the stable worker who had set him about this pointless task. He couldn't help but feel a ping of resentment, reflecting on it now, but that was a near constant these days. Often he was so frustrated and bitter he'd rather stay at home then venture out into the tribe lands.

He stretched out his forelegs before him, flexing his claws and arching his back. He longed for the day when he would be free of these pointless missions, when he could hold his sword. Don't get him wrong, he loved to spend time in his lupus form and working with his hands, but when it was forced upon him it became another matter entirely. He grumbled unintelligibly to himself and stood, needing to do something, anything to set his mind at ease. Shaking himself, the hay that covered him fell to the ground.

The horses outside stirred and from farther off he heard whinnying. His ears perked, instantly sparked to life by the prospect of a new arrival. Anything to entertain him at this point would be a welcome sight. He was a patient man, not easily bored but he'd been under a lot of strain lately with the current pack dynamics. It was beginning to grate on his nerves.

He strode forward, wary of the newcomer. Perhaps it was one of the horse workers, come back to harass him and give him another pointless job. Maybe it was a horse owner who would treat him even more poorly. He really had no idea and these days he had to be careful. He didn't want to cause trouble that would come down on him later. Slowly, he came to the entrance, big barn doors standing wide, and peaked out around the corner. His dark nose showed first, followed shortly by his ashen blond fur, interspersed with copper highlights. His black ears swiveled, eyes darting out across the field.

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