Where the wild things are

Niernan Stormbringer · 05-12-2012, 06:36 PM

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WC:: 661 - 10th May 2012. Optime form. 10 am. Wooo, meeting new peeps!

Niernan had woken up in a strange environment, the smells were all wrong, the sounds were different and it was dark. He sat up suddenly, sending the curled up cat that had laid on his chest fying across the room. He leaped out of the bed, shedding blankets as he went on his way to rescue Ciaran, whose claws were sunk deeply into the earthen wall when he froze. His cyan eyes turned back to the bed, that was new, then he looked at the wall, that was new too. He subconscioulsy removed his cat from the wall and cariied him around while he explored the room he was in, memories flooding back.

He pushed the round door of the buried house open, sniffing deeply and noticing the dusty, old smell that wafted out of the dwelling. He took a step inside, his eyes quickly adjusting to the gloom. He had turned his head slightly and shouted out the doorway This ones mine! After an acknowledging grunt from his brother who was exploring the house next door to this one, Nier walked through the front room, preceding to check out all the rooms the dark place had to offer.

He remembered then that Bran had stayed in the house he'd explored, that must be why it was so quiet; No Bran to snore loudly all night... He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Everything he knew was changing, and just after getting settled at Moonstone lakes. He shook his head to stop the tears beading his eyes from falling. He needed to run, so he bundled Ciaran about his neck, made sure to grab his bag with his journal in it and passed swiftly through the rooms, bursting into a sprint as he left the house, his house.

He'd been running for a while now and he had no idea where he was, he wasn't lost, he coud simply follow his scent trail if he wished to find his way back to the others, and he knew that they would howl for him if they needed him. He slowed to a jog before stalling to a walk, his tail now wagging in contentment. He felt ten sharp claws detach themselves individually from his shoulders as Ciaran relaxed enough to let go of his masters skin. He growled at Niernan in Low Speech, the meaning coming across to the black and tan wolf as Do that again and I'll slice ya pretty face. Niernan laughed loudly, allowing the noise to bounce off of the tall trees around him. He reached up and tickled Ciaran under the chin, waiting for the dark tabby kitten to give in to the good feeling, grinning widely when the kitten began to purr and press into his strong fingers, begging for more.

Nier finished tickling his cat and carefuly picked his way through the overgrown forest, looking for a nice place to stop and maybe do some sketching. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to actually find time for himself, and that meant he hadn't produced a single journal entry in months and he was ashamed with himself. He sighed, allowing the green scented air to fill his nose as he scanned his surroundings. He smiled softly to himself, happy in the pure patch of nature that he had found.

It wasn't long before he found a suitable log to sit on, it was placed against the bole of a tree and allowed him to lean his back against said tree. He sat and pulled the leather bound journal and charcoal sticks from his bag, Ciaran slipping from his neck and shoulder like liquid darkness, to sit at the other end of the log where he started to wash in that typically cat manner. Nier looked around for something to sketch, his eyes coming to rest back on his cat, the perfect subject. He set to work, charcoal sticks scraping lightly across the old paper.

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