12-07-2007, 04:58 AM
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Part of him probably knew what he was getting himself into. In fact, most of him probably did. His brother had never come off as a particularly playful person -- always serious and capable, Arkham had yet to see him do anything he considered fun or silly. Of course, the pup himself usually didn't do anything of the sort either. He spent his days rooting through their sandy territory looking for bones and other things that might be buried under their feet. Or else he was wandering the length of the beach, beyond the areas Inferni had claimed and sometimes into the city, where there were so many things to explore though he was sometimes scared he would be accidentally locked in a closet or trapped in a dark and lonely hole where no one would ever find him again. Fun and silly activities were for his sister to pursue, but she wasn't there.
The child wasn't sure if he really had a chance to get a glimpse of Gabriel from an almost-birdeye's view before the hand hit him like a baseball bat and sent him flying across the living room. The weight difference was phenominal between them as the elder brother was much older and shifted and thus Arkham smacked against the far bookshelf with considerable force. Several books came crashing down with him, but the structure itself was rooted in place well enough that it remained in place. It was probably a very lucky thing too for the weight of the entire shelf might have killed him. His body ached horribly, especially the side and the forepaw he had landed on. Maybe it was broken, but his head was spinning too much for him to be able to concentrate on any particular pain too long.
The child wasn't sure if he really had a chance to get a glimpse of Gabriel from an almost-birdeye's view before the hand hit him like a baseball bat and sent him flying across the living room. The weight difference was phenominal between them as the elder brother was much older and shifted and thus Arkham smacked against the far bookshelf with considerable force. Several books came crashing down with him, but the structure itself was rooted in place well enough that it remained in place. It was probably a very lucky thing too for the weight of the entire shelf might have killed him. His body ached horribly, especially the side and the forepaw he had landed on. Maybe it was broken, but his head was spinning too much for him to be able to concentrate on any particular pain too long.
Owww...He shook his head, but that only made him even more dizzy.