Watch me bloom [aw]

Shandom Qi'Vaex · 02-01-2012, 08:04 PM

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Word Count → 535 :: hope you don't mind me jumping in!

The alabaster man could not live in the realm of dreams: it was this realization that kept him from sleeping much.

Lately, he'd found himself in the den, wide awake before numerous bothers before wandering away to find something to do. It was difficult, if he were being honest - Shandom felt purposeless in this low rank, as if there were nothing he could do. His aspirations were, naturally, much higher than the lowly subordinate in which he currently dwelt - while he might not be a leader anymore, he could not help the dignity and purpose that ran through his very blood. The scarred and ruined man knew his face was a testament to his unworthiness of power, but even those who could not adequately hold such a burden needed some reason in life. It was part of why he'd hated being a loner so much. Certainly, it was what he was accustomed to - and how he acted, Shandom knew he was more reserved than most - but the Qi'Vaex had always wanted desperately to rejoin a pack, to find somewhere to call home.

New Dawn was that. He did love the pack - the camaraderie, the naturalness of it all, everything. Shandom lived comfortably on four legs, and rarely ventured into his bipedal form. He'd never been comfortable with that particular form, and did not judge anyone who chose to do so. But still, he wanted to forget that he was ever infected with the putrid virus. If he could have gone back in time, he would have ignored Tourniquet's encouraging words to accept it, and allow it to run through his veins. Perhaps he was too old when the transition occurred, or perhaps it was simply something wrong fundamentally with his system, but Shandom Qi'Vaex would never be a comfortable shifter. As his friend Caprica had described it so long ago, many came from "families of shifters". His family, the family he forsake and ruined, never had the strange virus. If he were being realistic, they probably never would. Etienne was far too isolated.

As the morning melted into the afternoon, Shandom, who had been at the far borders of the pack, towards Ichika, wandered back to the familiar den. It was on this path he encountered something strange: a small, brown child, barely a quarter turn of the seasons. Chocolate eyes, one clouded and one still vibrant, narrowed in brief confusion and concern; the male had never been particularly paternal, but this little one confused him, and so he drew close. None had seemed pregnant, and even if any were this child was far too old to be the birth-child of any member of New Dawn; it was very strange. A low, greeting bark slipped past his lips as the male came close, gently nudging her small head with his cool, moist black nose. Hello, little one, Shandom said, sitting down next to her. My name is Shandom. Are you new here? He wondered how such a small child could have ended up in a pack without parents. He hadn't encountered any new adults as of late, and he could not help but a flicker of confusion across his face.

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