01-03-2012, 01:49 PM
823
Morning had come and gone in a flourish of colors that lit up the white and black world they now lived in. Again it had snowed overnight and Lorenzo found himself with the job of clearing the snow from the roof less its excess weight cause the courthouse to collapse around their ears, he did this without direction from anyone but simply a will to contribute off of his own back. It took him hardly any time at all to clear the snow away and soon he found himself without anything to do. Since the talk with Gunnar the boy man had felt a lot less tension running through him, still there was some vestiges of anger there but.. it would be childish to continue to be petty.
Instead he decided to remove himself from any possibility of running into the pair and left the village in search of more remote and quiet areas. He took his flute with him as well for therapeutic purposes and his slingshot with its supply of small stones in case the opportunity to hunt came along. He didn't walk particularly quickly instead adopting a slow lounging pace that made the trees crawl by his mismatched gaze. Eventually he found a nice spot that looked out onto a few miles of land, it was within close range of the borders and Enzo had no idea of the caramel colored coyote female that was approaching him from a distance away. Had he known who she was and known where she was from and her personality he would have most likely sent her packing in the same manner his father had done, Casa di Cavalieri were supposed to protect against the types of people that she stood with but alas he did not know, nor had he seen Jazper the night before to learn of his violent encounter.
A flicker of movement crossed his eyes, a flash of off white against pristine snow and Enzo's slingshot was out in a moment's notice, firing rapidly at the pair of rabbits that had made a dash for safety. One was struck and fell into the snow, the other managed to get some distance between itself and its now dead companion before Enzo managed to strike that one down too. In the space of ten seconds, two lives extinguished by himself. The man made the effort to move from his spot and collect his prize for having the skill to catch them. Annan's words of advice to keep practicing were encouraging. He did not overly feel the pangs of hunger in his stomach and despite the fact that he could put away much much more than just two rabbits Lorenzo felt that he would probably only eat one of them. Maybe he could gift the other to a pack member? Or Fia if he came across her.
He tore apart the carcass of the one he had chosen with precision, it was still warm from life and the failed dash for it's life and the crimson liquid slid down his throat with ease. The taste of prey was different from the taste of wolf and kin, that made all the difference. The small body was demolished quickly and soon all that remained of the rabbit was it's bones, skull and a smear of blood on the grass where he had laid it. The bones he maybe could carve into something or give them to someone who could carve them into useful things. The skull was an unusual thing to keep but he thought that maybe Juliet would like it to paint if not then he could always get rid of it. The male quickly cleaned his hands and chest of the blood splatters and soon was presentable once again.
Today the boy had left his baseball cap and jeans at home, finding a simple pleasure in walking about in just his fur. He was not as far humanized as some of the others who found shame in being without clothes, he liked them merely for their look, his fur covered any important bits and pieces so he didn't worry about others seeing him sans clothes. He settled back down into a comfortable position now and brought the flute to his, blowing softly into the wooden instrument he started up a quiet happy tune that jumped and skittered as though a live animal. A small tribute to the rabbits that had just fed him with their bodies. Like the easily scared and timid creatures the music ran back and forth with high pitches and tones in an imitation of their spirits.
After that his music changed into a deep and sombre tone, well as deep as a flute could get at least. Another song about the ocean and his wander lust to explode it's hidden depths. Again imitating the topic it was describing the music was slow and rolling with short busts of activity.
Morning had come and gone in a flourish of colors that lit up the white and black world they now lived in. Again it had snowed overnight and Lorenzo found himself with the job of clearing the snow from the roof less its excess weight cause the courthouse to collapse around their ears, he did this without direction from anyone but simply a will to contribute off of his own back. It took him hardly any time at all to clear the snow away and soon he found himself without anything to do. Since the talk with Gunnar the boy man had felt a lot less tension running through him, still there was some vestiges of anger there but.. it would be childish to continue to be petty.
Instead he decided to remove himself from any possibility of running into the pair and left the village in search of more remote and quiet areas. He took his flute with him as well for therapeutic purposes and his slingshot with its supply of small stones in case the opportunity to hunt came along. He didn't walk particularly quickly instead adopting a slow lounging pace that made the trees crawl by his mismatched gaze. Eventually he found a nice spot that looked out onto a few miles of land, it was within close range of the borders and Enzo had no idea of the caramel colored coyote female that was approaching him from a distance away. Had he known who she was and known where she was from and her personality he would have most likely sent her packing in the same manner his father had done, Casa di Cavalieri were supposed to protect against the types of people that she stood with but alas he did not know, nor had he seen Jazper the night before to learn of his violent encounter.
A flicker of movement crossed his eyes, a flash of off white against pristine snow and Enzo's slingshot was out in a moment's notice, firing rapidly at the pair of rabbits that had made a dash for safety. One was struck and fell into the snow, the other managed to get some distance between itself and its now dead companion before Enzo managed to strike that one down too. In the space of ten seconds, two lives extinguished by himself. The man made the effort to move from his spot and collect his prize for having the skill to catch them. Annan's words of advice to keep practicing were encouraging. He did not overly feel the pangs of hunger in his stomach and despite the fact that he could put away much much more than just two rabbits Lorenzo felt that he would probably only eat one of them. Maybe he could gift the other to a pack member? Or Fia if he came across her.
He tore apart the carcass of the one he had chosen with precision, it was still warm from life and the failed dash for it's life and the crimson liquid slid down his throat with ease. The taste of prey was different from the taste of wolf and kin, that made all the difference. The small body was demolished quickly and soon all that remained of the rabbit was it's bones, skull and a smear of blood on the grass where he had laid it. The bones he maybe could carve into something or give them to someone who could carve them into useful things. The skull was an unusual thing to keep but he thought that maybe Juliet would like it to paint if not then he could always get rid of it. The male quickly cleaned his hands and chest of the blood splatters and soon was presentable once again.
Today the boy had left his baseball cap and jeans at home, finding a simple pleasure in walking about in just his fur. He was not as far humanized as some of the others who found shame in being without clothes, he liked them merely for their look, his fur covered any important bits and pieces so he didn't worry about others seeing him sans clothes. He settled back down into a comfortable position now and brought the flute to his, blowing softly into the wooden instrument he started up a quiet happy tune that jumped and skittered as though a live animal. A small tribute to the rabbits that had just fed him with their bodies. Like the easily scared and timid creatures the music ran back and forth with high pitches and tones in an imitation of their spirits.
After that his music changed into a deep and sombre tone, well as deep as a flute could get at least. Another song about the ocean and his wander lust to explode it's hidden depths. Again imitating the topic it was describing the music was slow and rolling with short busts of activity.