ghosts of days gone by

Cypress · 02-19-2012, 10:59 PM

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The sun was warm on his back as Cypress made his way back to the manor. There was still a limp in his gait. The muscle of his torn left shoulder was still tense and pulled taunt as it healed. Limiting the motion of the limb, but he refused to continuously carry it. Fearing that it would lose all of it’s strength if he did not use the injured leg at all.

The fur of his legs and belly clumped as the wet hairs clung to their neighbors. Speckled and splattered with mud. His hunt had been unsuccessful. None of his hunts since the incident had been successful and he knew the chance were slim, but gone were the days when he was happy to simply lay around in the sun without a care in the world. He had been idle too long already since his injuries and so the tree prince felt he had to at least try. To keep his skills sharp, if nothing else so that when his shoulder did finally fully heal he wouldn’t be completely useless.

Reaching Haven Manor, Cypress did the best he could to shake the water and mud from his limbs, but inevitably he left large muddy tracks as he made his way the fireplace in the living room. It was quiet that afternoon, as it often seemed to be anymore. In truth, Cypress had thought little about their dwindling numbers until the meeting that Savina had called. Laying down in front of the fire, he licked at his paws wondering why it was so many had left them. Had they all thought the same as the doggish male that had been expelled during the meeting? And what had happened to the rest of his family? That day their had only been Mars and his daughter. Though hadn’t really known either of them, least of all Mars, he had met his daughter once. At least he was pretty sure it had been her and her brother than had been with the dog that had taught him a little about pottery. Cyrstalle, wasn’t it?

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