04-16-2012, 12:12 PM
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Luckily for Cerberus, the strange dreams had stopped. He no longer had visions of his brother still being alive, of their horse eating strange things, or of angels. In fact, he hardly dreamt at all anymore, and this worried Cerberus more than the dreams themselves did.
No matter how hard he tried, Ceri couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps there was something wrong with him. He couldn’t hang on to loved ones, he failed at flirting with girls anymore, and he’d come to find that he enjoyed causing a little trouble. Nothing made sense to the poor boy anymore. Nothing, that is, except for the fact that he was simply…existing.
So he went for a walk just as he always did when he was upset. Despite his leg being injured, walking was the one thing that seemed to ease his troubled being the most. He could be alone if he desired, he could observe nature, and he could even hunt for treasure. But even that had proved difficult – there wasn’t much room to put things in a den without shelves. So he resorted to thinking. Walking and thinking – it was all he felt he was good for.
Trudging through the woods, the melancholy coywolf mulled over the slew of thoughts swimming around in his head. Was there really a dark seed planted somewhere deep down inside him, waiting to break free? Was he really doomed to live life forever alone? Was he really such a terrible creature that he would never leave his rank of Pariah? All of these questions he decidedly answered with ‘no,’ but that didn’t make them sting any less. The truth was, he was more alone now than he’d ever been, AND he had no clue how to prove himself worthy of a promotion in his leader’s eyes. He was beginning to wonder if New Dawn was really where he was supposed to be, when something very odd happened.
Out of the trees something fell, landing with a soft thump a few paces in front of Cerberus. It was blue and oddly shaped, and the wiggling movement of it alone caused the coywolf to stop dead in his tracks. As the thing turned its little head, Ceri could see clearly that it was a Blue Jay. Cautious steps brought the canine to the fallen bird, and he lowered his head to sniff at it and turn it over. The little creature squealed from the movement, portraying to Ceri that its wing was badly broken. A genuinely sympathetic frown creased his handsome features, and he glanced this way and that before concentrating on shifting into his two-legged form. Arms and legs lengthened and nimble fingers at the ready, Cerberus carefully scooped the bird up in his hands and very gently flattened the wing against the Jay’s side. Then, after removing the rope from around his neck, Cerberus used a few strands of his necklace to fashion an odd sort of sling for the creature before setting it back down on the ground and tying the remainder of the rope around his pale wrist.
The Jay seemed very confused once released, as if contemplating whether or not it had the right to return home. But eventually it hobbled off, leaving Cerberus alone once again. The abandoned coywolf straightened up, sighed, and then forced his limbs and fingers to shorten once again until he stood on all fours on the quiet road.
Cerberus is going for a walk to stew over things as he usually does. Anyone is welcome to join or provide a distraction; probably two or three others at the most. He need someone to make him stop being so cranky 
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Luckily for Cerberus, the strange dreams had stopped. He no longer had visions of his brother still being alive, of their horse eating strange things, or of angels. In fact, he hardly dreamt at all anymore, and this worried Cerberus more than the dreams themselves did.
No matter how hard he tried, Ceri couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps there was something wrong with him. He couldn’t hang on to loved ones, he failed at flirting with girls anymore, and he’d come to find that he enjoyed causing a little trouble. Nothing made sense to the poor boy anymore. Nothing, that is, except for the fact that he was simply…existing.
So he went for a walk just as he always did when he was upset. Despite his leg being injured, walking was the one thing that seemed to ease his troubled being the most. He could be alone if he desired, he could observe nature, and he could even hunt for treasure. But even that had proved difficult – there wasn’t much room to put things in a den without shelves. So he resorted to thinking. Walking and thinking – it was all he felt he was good for.
Trudging through the woods, the melancholy coywolf mulled over the slew of thoughts swimming around in his head. Was there really a dark seed planted somewhere deep down inside him, waiting to break free? Was he really doomed to live life forever alone? Was he really such a terrible creature that he would never leave his rank of Pariah? All of these questions he decidedly answered with ‘no,’ but that didn’t make them sting any less. The truth was, he was more alone now than he’d ever been, AND he had no clue how to prove himself worthy of a promotion in his leader’s eyes. He was beginning to wonder if New Dawn was really where he was supposed to be, when something very odd happened.
Out of the trees something fell, landing with a soft thump a few paces in front of Cerberus. It was blue and oddly shaped, and the wiggling movement of it alone caused the coywolf to stop dead in his tracks. As the thing turned its little head, Ceri could see clearly that it was a Blue Jay. Cautious steps brought the canine to the fallen bird, and he lowered his head to sniff at it and turn it over. The little creature squealed from the movement, portraying to Ceri that its wing was badly broken. A genuinely sympathetic frown creased his handsome features, and he glanced this way and that before concentrating on shifting into his two-legged form. Arms and legs lengthened and nimble fingers at the ready, Cerberus carefully scooped the bird up in his hands and very gently flattened the wing against the Jay’s side. Then, after removing the rope from around his neck, Cerberus used a few strands of his necklace to fashion an odd sort of sling for the creature before setting it back down on the ground and tying the remainder of the rope around his pale wrist.
The Jay seemed very confused once released, as if contemplating whether or not it had the right to return home. But eventually it hobbled off, leaving Cerberus alone once again. The abandoned coywolf straightened up, sighed, and then forced his limbs and fingers to shorten once again until he stood on all fours on the quiet road.