08-26-2008, 03:57 PM
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sharksArkham was very much tired of wandering, even if he wasn't really going anywhere. But more and more, he felt distanced from his home and the people he had grown up with. The peace he'd found on the sandy shores of his once-home did not feel so peaceful anymore when he thought about all the ugly things that had likely happened when he'd been sleeping, or when he hadn't been paying attention. He was disgusted, but while it was difficult for him to erase the image of Samael from his mind, that disgust had not yet evolved into hatred. It was hard to hate family; it was the only thing he'd ever had. The grey coyote could not seem to pry himself away from the area and circled Inferni's territories at a cautious distance, leaving no trail behind but the scent of mint and flowers.
sharksToday, he sat amongst the tall sunflowers, quietly nursing his injuries in the rare sun. Clouds were in the sky, but would not take over for at least a few more hours. It would likely rain again in the evening, and then he would have to find shelter again. It was a tiring routine. He heard the footsteps enter the field, but figuring that he was well hidden amongst the stalks, did not bother to investigate. Still, the visitor ventured closer and he peered through the flowers to see the cardinal fly off.
sharksArkham was very much tired of wandering, even if he wasn't really going anywhere. But more and more, he felt distanced from his home and the people he had grown up with. The peace he'd found on the sandy shores of his once-home did not feel so peaceful anymore when he thought about all the ugly things that had likely happened when he'd been sleeping, or when he hadn't been paying attention. He was disgusted, but while it was difficult for him to erase the image of Samael from his mind, that disgust had not yet evolved into hatred. It was hard to hate family; it was the only thing he'd ever had. The grey coyote could not seem to pry himself away from the area and circled Inferni's territories at a cautious distance, leaving no trail behind but the scent of mint and flowers.
sharksToday, he sat amongst the tall sunflowers, quietly nursing his injuries in the rare sun. Clouds were in the sky, but would not take over for at least a few more hours. It would likely rain again in the evening, and then he would have to find shelter again. It was a tiring routine. He heard the footsteps enter the field, but figuring that he was well hidden amongst the stalks, did not bother to investigate. Still, the visitor ventured closer and he peered through the flowers to see the cardinal fly off.
Talitha?He was glad to see that she was apparently safe and out of Dahlia's clutches. Arkham pulled his cloak back around his body, hiding his recent wounds.
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