04-24-2012, 01:07 PM
~Yay you get a Honrin, warning, weirdness ahead.
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Loud swearing caught his attention. It was crude and he appeared irritated for the use of it, ears flicking back against his head briefly. Honrin disliked swearing, it was unnecessary in his eyes. Hawk's gaze tore through the underbrush outside of his home, the house of his mother where he sat, a silent predator. The voice was known to him, the pale male that had come to see them at the borders with Alpha Leader Skye. A younger voice accompanied the first, childish and innocent sounding. Whereas another boy might have been enticed to come closer for the promise of playtime but Honrin wasn't drawn to the lure of children his own age or anyone apart from his family for that matter. The only ones he played with were his sisters for the time being.
But his curiosity if nothing else was piqued and his partially floppy ears found their way north again. The boy who was quickly becoming more than a boy stood and disentangled himself from the thorny underbrush, the dagger like spines finding no way through his thick, arctic inherited fur. As he moved closer to the pair he could feel the draining effects of what was wrong with him sucking out the emotion from his chest, leaving him unsettled and his souls cold, shivering in the blackness. The Lights shrank back and the Shadows came to the fore, this was the dark time where they flourished, how he hated those Shadows. His paws made little noise against the ground, padded as they were to trek through deep snow and so the boy would remain relatively silent and thus unknown to the two strangers unless they were to turn and see him or the wind should change and his scent blown ahead of him. His face was a blank emotionless mask even as his eyes glowed brilliant amber with the light from within.
316
Loud swearing caught his attention. It was crude and he appeared irritated for the use of it, ears flicking back against his head briefly. Honrin disliked swearing, it was unnecessary in his eyes. Hawk's gaze tore through the underbrush outside of his home, the house of his mother where he sat, a silent predator. The voice was known to him, the pale male that had come to see them at the borders with Alpha Leader Skye. A younger voice accompanied the first, childish and innocent sounding. Whereas another boy might have been enticed to come closer for the promise of playtime but Honrin wasn't drawn to the lure of children his own age or anyone apart from his family for that matter. The only ones he played with were his sisters for the time being.
But his curiosity if nothing else was piqued and his partially floppy ears found their way north again. The boy who was quickly becoming more than a boy stood and disentangled himself from the thorny underbrush, the dagger like spines finding no way through his thick, arctic inherited fur. As he moved closer to the pair he could feel the draining effects of what was wrong with him sucking out the emotion from his chest, leaving him unsettled and his souls cold, shivering in the blackness. The Lights shrank back and the Shadows came to the fore, this was the dark time where they flourished, how he hated those Shadows. His paws made little noise against the ground, padded as they were to trek through deep snow and so the boy would remain relatively silent and thus unknown to the two strangers unless they were to turn and see him or the wind should change and his scent blown ahead of him. His face was a blank emotionless mask even as his eyes glowed brilliant amber with the light from within.