03-16-2012, 03:31 PM
Jacinto had found himself wandering far past the safe borders of Inferni, taking Omni's horse with him for a journey to find better prey. The once plentiful food had moved far from the reaches of the Infernians, migrating in the coming spring. He worried for Omni, the pups hadn't come yet for the sake of the world. It had been intimidating and daunting, how the arrival of his children would be so hard to contemplate and decipher into an exact date. Still, the russet Lykoi found himself thankful and in eternal gratitude for the life of his beautiful mate.
Sinatrai was growing to be a handsome young brood, his form filling out as they filled him with nourishment. Taking the child home was certainly a good choice, a child to be proud of in every way. Yet, his speech wasn't coming along. The boy rarely made a sound. Was he mute? Or simply shy of giving his voice out? Time would certainly tell. Time needed to be waited upon. He cursed his forgetfulness for neglecting to take along his guitar. Well, at least it was safe at home.
The journey was very tedious, boring in most aspects. Trees, trees, and more trees. No color. No scent of food. With a sigh, Jacinto slipped off his horse, sliding off the black rough flank of Omni's large equine. Something caught him from the corner of his eye, a young woman in the stages of sorrow. Immediately Jacinto felt his heart fall in sympathy. Sorrow and sadness surely wasn't one of the fruits of life. "Hello? What's wrong? You lost?" His silky baritone fell upon the tiny form of the woman, gasping quietly as umber gazers fell upon the gashes upon her arms. There had to be some way to help, reduce her suffering. Cinto searched frantically for anything, anything at all. "I'm Jacinto...D-Do you mind if I help you?" His expression was thick with worry, holding his stance not as threatening. A hand hesitantly reached over to place sympathetically on her lean shoulders, she was pretty and in pain. The man surely couldn't resist helping anyone in pain.
Sinatrai was growing to be a handsome young brood, his form filling out as they filled him with nourishment. Taking the child home was certainly a good choice, a child to be proud of in every way. Yet, his speech wasn't coming along. The boy rarely made a sound. Was he mute? Or simply shy of giving his voice out? Time would certainly tell. Time needed to be waited upon. He cursed his forgetfulness for neglecting to take along his guitar. Well, at least it was safe at home.
The journey was very tedious, boring in most aspects. Trees, trees, and more trees. No color. No scent of food. With a sigh, Jacinto slipped off his horse, sliding off the black rough flank of Omni's large equine. Something caught him from the corner of his eye, a young woman in the stages of sorrow. Immediately Jacinto felt his heart fall in sympathy. Sorrow and sadness surely wasn't one of the fruits of life. "Hello? What's wrong? You lost?" His silky baritone fell upon the tiny form of the woman, gasping quietly as umber gazers fell upon the gashes upon her arms. There had to be some way to help, reduce her suffering. Cinto searched frantically for anything, anything at all. "I'm Jacinto...D-Do you mind if I help you?" His expression was thick with worry, holding his stance not as threatening. A hand hesitantly reached over to place sympathetically on her lean shoulders, she was pretty and in pain. The man surely couldn't resist helping anyone in pain.