08-08-2008, 02:24 PM
backdated 7th?
He'd travelled from one end of the lands to the other in the past night. He knew full well that his family was here by now yet he hadn't given up his freedom yet to show himself. The male still had a lot of restlessness to work from his mind before actually facing the family matriarch, or even his siblings. There were those siblings who's faces he couldn't recall, and there where three that had stayed with him that had been more than family, even when he'd tried to remove himself from their graps. Now though it just seemed he wanted to know where he truly was, or who he was anymore before giving into the emotional grasps of his family.
His long limbed body was no longer scrawny and awkward to him, though he hasn't exactly got use to what he was. On the sea no one had shunned him for his mixed heritage, in the old world they'd even embraced him. Mutts aplenty seemed to exist outside this dog eat dog world that he'd returned to and he almost wished he'd never returned to these lands. It was too late now to turn back, the ship had already left the harbor town down south and was off to the southern ports. He still found it strange how backwoods the lives of his family were to the crew's home on the Salty Dog.
Leaping into the streambed DaVinci walked slowly in the water, letting the stream cool his aching paws. He sighed to himself and pulled a crawfish out of the water, tossing it into the air and with a snap of his jaws he began to sort the savory flesh from the shell. Spatting pieces of the shell out he moved on down the stream overturning rocks in search of more of his little snacks. He had grown so use to the seafare that he wasn't reay to abandon it just yet.
He'd travelled from one end of the lands to the other in the past night. He knew full well that his family was here by now yet he hadn't given up his freedom yet to show himself. The male still had a lot of restlessness to work from his mind before actually facing the family matriarch, or even his siblings. There were those siblings who's faces he couldn't recall, and there where three that had stayed with him that had been more than family, even when he'd tried to remove himself from their graps. Now though it just seemed he wanted to know where he truly was, or who he was anymore before giving into the emotional grasps of his family.
His long limbed body was no longer scrawny and awkward to him, though he hasn't exactly got use to what he was. On the sea no one had shunned him for his mixed heritage, in the old world they'd even embraced him. Mutts aplenty seemed to exist outside this dog eat dog world that he'd returned to and he almost wished he'd never returned to these lands. It was too late now to turn back, the ship had already left the harbor town down south and was off to the southern ports. He still found it strange how backwoods the lives of his family were to the crew's home on the Salty Dog.
Leaping into the streambed DaVinci walked slowly in the water, letting the stream cool his aching paws. He sighed to himself and pulled a crawfish out of the water, tossing it into the air and with a snap of his jaws he began to sort the savory flesh from the shell. Spatting pieces of the shell out he moved on down the stream overturning rocks in search of more of his little snacks. He had grown so use to the seafare that he wasn't reay to abandon it just yet.