05-06-2012, 01:28 AM
OOC - Roleplaying as Toby if he and his family hadn't been split apart and his Fang personality hadn't developed.
(so basically he's normal here) Anyone join! I'm just kind of expirementing with Lasky threads.
IC -
Toby was younger and more fit. Here in Halifax, in a beach side house, he would spend his days relaxing in the salty air and using fish for every meal. Mya tended to visit him from time to time when Rory didn't seem to mind to much. The last visit had surprised him; she was expecting and soon to give her cat-child some siblings to run around with. Rose had been pumped and with all the happiness in the world this made him smile even more! Pups! Something his mother would be so excited about! The German shepherd sat on the sand grinning at what Grace would do if she was here and not dead by age.
"That's great, Mya! Now don't forget that one is Grace the second and the other is Toby Jr.!" Yes, he was certain those would be her thoughts and she'd be one of those grandmothers that spoils the grandkids way too much. The Luperci gave a happy sigh and stretched. The sun that warmed his fur made him feel all sleepy and peaceful. The sand's embrace and the ocean's lullaby made it hard for him to resist sleep. He yawned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes back open. A quiet growl escaped his stomach. Time to fish, he thought and stood to shake sand from the pair of swim trunks he wore each day.
Grabbing his spear, a piece of sharpened tree, he waded out to the shallows and sat in a silent meditation. Everything grew quiet as he waited and when the flash of color swiftly fled through the water his body reacted in a matched speed. His spear struck the fish, making a clean kill as it pierced the brain and stuck to the stick so even the current of the sea couldn't take away Toby's kill. He'd practiced this art since he was young and although Mya never liked the water she would call him a fish and splash around in rivers every once in a while. Yes, this was a life he could never dream of losing. No problems. No worries. No violence. Just simple perfection.
(so basically he's normal here) Anyone join! I'm just kind of expirementing with Lasky threads.
IC -
Toby was younger and more fit. Here in Halifax, in a beach side house, he would spend his days relaxing in the salty air and using fish for every meal. Mya tended to visit him from time to time when Rory didn't seem to mind to much. The last visit had surprised him; she was expecting and soon to give her cat-child some siblings to run around with. Rose had been pumped and with all the happiness in the world this made him smile even more! Pups! Something his mother would be so excited about! The German shepherd sat on the sand grinning at what Grace would do if she was here and not dead by age.
"That's great, Mya! Now don't forget that one is Grace the second and the other is Toby Jr.!" Yes, he was certain those would be her thoughts and she'd be one of those grandmothers that spoils the grandkids way too much. The Luperci gave a happy sigh and stretched. The sun that warmed his fur made him feel all sleepy and peaceful. The sand's embrace and the ocean's lullaby made it hard for him to resist sleep. He yawned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes back open. A quiet growl escaped his stomach. Time to fish, he thought and stood to shake sand from the pair of swim trunks he wore each day.
Grabbing his spear, a piece of sharpened tree, he waded out to the shallows and sat in a silent meditation. Everything grew quiet as he waited and when the flash of color swiftly fled through the water his body reacted in a matched speed. His spear struck the fish, making a clean kill as it pierced the brain and stuck to the stick so even the current of the sea couldn't take away Toby's kill. He'd practiced this art since he was young and although Mya never liked the water she would call him a fish and splash around in rivers every once in a while. Yes, this was a life he could never dream of losing. No problems. No worries. No violence. Just simple perfection.