01-23-2008, 01:16 AM
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He knew it was just about time for him to learn how to shift. This meant a lot of things, but not all of them he was really looking forward to. Oh, once he was capable of becoming bipedal, the city would become much more accessible to him and a thousand things would become easier -- closed doors for instance. But gaining the ability was also a mark on his gradual progression of age. He was getting older and there was no turning back. Strangely though, the coyote couldn't really pinpoint anything specific from the months he'd already lived that he would miss greatly when he was grown. After all, what had really changed? His mother and sister were gone, but the former had never provided much guidance and the other really wasn't that far away, right?
Arkham watched the fish curiously, but at that moment, there were a dozen other things he wanted to do too. Learn how to build a fire! Learn how to shift! Perhaps it was just his aversion to water, but it was clear that the femme was there to fish and he supposed it would be rude to demand that she abandon that in favor of tutoring him. So he waded slowly into the water, keeping the reluctance in the back of his head. When the tips of his toes were just barely touching the river bottom, he stopped, flailing his forepaws about to keep himself steady. Red eyes watched the fish jump about for only a moment before lashing out. His own movement was slower than he might have hoped -- the water pushed him back and naturally, he missesd. Being so far in the water made him anxious, even if he was apparently safe from the rushing currents. He backpaddled and stared for a bit before turning to Naniko again.
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He knew it was just about time for him to learn how to shift. This meant a lot of things, but not all of them he was really looking forward to. Oh, once he was capable of becoming bipedal, the city would become much more accessible to him and a thousand things would become easier -- closed doors for instance. But gaining the ability was also a mark on his gradual progression of age. He was getting older and there was no turning back. Strangely though, the coyote couldn't really pinpoint anything specific from the months he'd already lived that he would miss greatly when he was grown. After all, what had really changed? His mother and sister were gone, but the former had never provided much guidance and the other really wasn't that far away, right?
Arkham watched the fish curiously, but at that moment, there were a dozen other things he wanted to do too. Learn how to build a fire! Learn how to shift! Perhaps it was just his aversion to water, but it was clear that the femme was there to fish and he supposed it would be rude to demand that she abandon that in favor of tutoring him. So he waded slowly into the water, keeping the reluctance in the back of his head. When the tips of his toes were just barely touching the river bottom, he stopped, flailing his forepaws about to keep himself steady. Red eyes watched the fish jump about for only a moment before lashing out. His own movement was slower than he might have hoped -- the water pushed him back and naturally, he missesd. Being so far in the water made him anxious, even if he was apparently safe from the rushing currents. He backpaddled and stared for a bit before turning to Naniko again.
I'll watch you,he said decidedly.