01-17-2012, 05:29 AM
WC: 690 OOC: Midday ok with you?
Jiva had been inside of Nova Scotia for a few days now, traveling quietly under the moonlight. He was in his four legged form, an odd sight to see with a husky built wolf, who wore a mohawk of red. He didn’t dye it, all he did was shape it to stay that way, with a bunch of water and a little sap it stayed up quite nicely, though the sap was hidden and quite hard to get out, touching it was not an option for the boy. He cared little for his hair right now though, he knew it resembled his fathers, but at the time he was entirely jealous of his sister who had her fathers looks to a T. She was probably a darker grey but she had his hawk, natural and all and he was far too envious of it.
She wasn’t on his mind though, no he was headed towards his old home. He wanted to see how it was faring, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to actually join the pack again. He had a hard time leaving them as it was and coming back.... well he knew his father wasn’t there right now, though they hadn’t met at all on the way through Canada he knew that he and his mother left some time ago.
He followed an invisible path to the shattered coast, skirting the cliffs and keeping to the shore. He knew his home was within pack territory, but he wondered how well kept it was since everyone was gone. Did someone start using it? Or were they saving it for the huntsman to get back with his mate? Jiva wondered how well he would be taken if he were to be seen around the borders of his birthplace. He knew he was an odd sight and most of the other wolves didn’t know him very well. Were there new wolves too? He knew his grandmother was pregnant so did she have her children? He suspected she did, and he knew they would be as rambunctious as her first litter was. He wondered if there were any other litters. Wagging his light red peppered, fluffy tail he reminisced and started staring out to sea. His father had traveled this once to get here. With his sister. He had met Orin on a few occasions but she was so quiet so scared, and his cousins were as well. Something had happened to them and he knew it but his father made sure Jiva didnt’ pry, so the boy tried to shrug it off though it worried him that the three were so on edge.
Sitting just out of the reach of water he felt the cold freezing air breeze on his face, but he was made for the winter, his father being a tundra wolf and his mother being part husky he had the undercoat of the gods. It felt good to have a nice breeze on his face after a long walk. He felt the cold ice and snow melting beneath him as his body warmed it up, but he didn’t mind that either. it was all part of nature, right now he would just sit before deciding on what to do entirely. He knew he was quite close to the Cour des Miracles borders and probably quite near his home where he was born, but that telltale scent kept him from entering. He knew he was no longer a member of the pack and he didn’t know how welcome he was. He had left in the midst of the war, well the very end and he just didn’t want to handle it. His other sister had come to live with him for a short while. Foxglove, he didn’t know he had so many sisters... he had learned of his third just from asking his father how many he had, and they weren’t even his full blooded siblings. His father had relations with another man. It had troubled him for a while but seeing the love in his father’s face to his mother, Jiva knew that he was no true accident.
Jiva had been inside of Nova Scotia for a few days now, traveling quietly under the moonlight. He was in his four legged form, an odd sight to see with a husky built wolf, who wore a mohawk of red. He didn’t dye it, all he did was shape it to stay that way, with a bunch of water and a little sap it stayed up quite nicely, though the sap was hidden and quite hard to get out, touching it was not an option for the boy. He cared little for his hair right now though, he knew it resembled his fathers, but at the time he was entirely jealous of his sister who had her fathers looks to a T. She was probably a darker grey but she had his hawk, natural and all and he was far too envious of it.
She wasn’t on his mind though, no he was headed towards his old home. He wanted to see how it was faring, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to actually join the pack again. He had a hard time leaving them as it was and coming back.... well he knew his father wasn’t there right now, though they hadn’t met at all on the way through Canada he knew that he and his mother left some time ago.
He followed an invisible path to the shattered coast, skirting the cliffs and keeping to the shore. He knew his home was within pack territory, but he wondered how well kept it was since everyone was gone. Did someone start using it? Or were they saving it for the huntsman to get back with his mate? Jiva wondered how well he would be taken if he were to be seen around the borders of his birthplace. He knew he was an odd sight and most of the other wolves didn’t know him very well. Were there new wolves too? He knew his grandmother was pregnant so did she have her children? He suspected she did, and he knew they would be as rambunctious as her first litter was. He wondered if there were any other litters. Wagging his light red peppered, fluffy tail he reminisced and started staring out to sea. His father had traveled this once to get here. With his sister. He had met Orin on a few occasions but she was so quiet so scared, and his cousins were as well. Something had happened to them and he knew it but his father made sure Jiva didnt’ pry, so the boy tried to shrug it off though it worried him that the three were so on edge.
Sitting just out of the reach of water he felt the cold freezing air breeze on his face, but he was made for the winter, his father being a tundra wolf and his mother being part husky he had the undercoat of the gods. It felt good to have a nice breeze on his face after a long walk. He felt the cold ice and snow melting beneath him as his body warmed it up, but he didn’t mind that either. it was all part of nature, right now he would just sit before deciding on what to do entirely. He knew he was quite close to the Cour des Miracles borders and probably quite near his home where he was born, but that telltale scent kept him from entering. He knew he was no longer a member of the pack and he didn’t know how welcome he was. He had left in the midst of the war, well the very end and he just didn’t want to handle it. His other sister had come to live with him for a short while. Foxglove, he didn’t know he had so many sisters... he had learned of his third just from asking his father how many he had, and they weren’t even his full blooded siblings. His father had relations with another man. It had troubled him for a while but seeing the love in his father’s face to his mother, Jiva knew that he was no true accident.