12-07-2007, 04:34 AM
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Faolin had offered to take him to see Rachias if he wanted. And he did want to go, it was just... If there were any words at all to describe the weird feeling in his stomach, he didn't know them yet. He still didn't understand why his sister had been so adamant on the whole issue of their father. None of their brothers and sisters had a father, no matter what litter they were from, so why did it matter so much? Was it just because he was there? He didn't know enough about his siblings' sires to know whether or not they were all still around, but if theirs were, then why not? Then again, maybe it was why so many of their family was missing. From what he'd been told, there were supposed to be even more of them hanging around.
The cooridors of the house were quiet and calm. He didn't know or particularly care where Andre was (perhaps it was a little cruel, but all encounters with his brother were unpleasant so wasn't it a good thing that he wasn't around?) and Faolin wasn't home at the moment for one reason or another. It was moments like these that he wished he could see his sister, but whatever Faolin had said about the distance, it would never be close enough. By the time he got there or she got there, the feeling would be gone and it just wouldn't be the same.
So he was stalking through the hallways, pretending he was actually any good at hunting. He had tried a few times to go after seagulls but had never been quick enough. Crabs he had learned to avoid the pincers of, but he could never crack them open anyway. And as much as he still thought the ocean was beautiful, he never wandered close enough to even try fishing. There were probably rats and rabbits on the fringes of the territories where the green crept in again, but he had never been awfully adventurous to begin with and it was even less exciting alone.
His eldest brother's reading chair loomed in the distance and he crawled flat against the wooden floor towards it. Arkham didn't think much about what he was doing; another side effect of being bored out of his mind, perhaps. It was a big red armchair, tattered and frayed on the sides, but a very comfortable-looking thing all the same. The grey pup crept to one side of it and looked up at the armrest above him, wagging his tail mischeviously. He wasn't normally a troublemaker; indeed, he usually avoided it if he could... maybe it was just something about today. It was snowing outside and cold everywhere and everyone just seemed so busy. He leapt up like a cat, pulling himself quickly onto the armrest before immediately launching himself onto his brother.
The cooridors of the house were quiet and calm. He didn't know or particularly care where Andre was (perhaps it was a little cruel, but all encounters with his brother were unpleasant so wasn't it a good thing that he wasn't around?) and Faolin wasn't home at the moment for one reason or another. It was moments like these that he wished he could see his sister, but whatever Faolin had said about the distance, it would never be close enough. By the time he got there or she got there, the feeling would be gone and it just wouldn't be the same.
So he was stalking through the hallways, pretending he was actually any good at hunting. He had tried a few times to go after seagulls but had never been quick enough. Crabs he had learned to avoid the pincers of, but he could never crack them open anyway. And as much as he still thought the ocean was beautiful, he never wandered close enough to even try fishing. There were probably rats and rabbits on the fringes of the territories where the green crept in again, but he had never been awfully adventurous to begin with and it was even less exciting alone.
His eldest brother's reading chair loomed in the distance and he crawled flat against the wooden floor towards it. Arkham didn't think much about what he was doing; another side effect of being bored out of his mind, perhaps. It was a big red armchair, tattered and frayed on the sides, but a very comfortable-looking thing all the same. The grey pup crept to one side of it and looked up at the armrest above him, wagging his tail mischeviously. He wasn't normally a troublemaker; indeed, he usually avoided it if he could... maybe it was just something about today. It was snowing outside and cold everywhere and everyone just seemed so busy. He leapt up like a cat, pulling himself quickly onto the armrest before immediately launching himself onto his brother.
Shark attack!!