08-20-2009, 10:24 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/temp/masontable.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Mason Hesiod had found clan life to be quite agreeable and exciting in the short span of time he had been part of Inferni. He was still very grateful to have happened upon this place at all. The day he had arrived, it had been pouring rain and he had had very little sense of which direction he was taking. In fact, he had almost not believed it when he had encountered the scent of coyotes at the borders, triggering an instant recognition that creatures like himself frequented the lands. For the past stretch of time, he had been Kaena Lykoi's shadow. He had ghosted her footsteps, especially taking care to step in them for whatever reason. Although he was quite young and often piped up with an endless amount of questions for his elders in the clan, he was reserved for someone his age. A lot of the time, he would sit back and observe Kaena doing things, even from the smallest details like the way she gestured or made facial expressions when she spoke. He often mimicked her silently, trying to learn her ways. He was instantly taken with the scarred Veritas and trusted her implicitly. If she said pieces of the sky fell down when it rained, he would believe her. She had mentioned taking him to teach him to fish upon the time of his arrival, but the woman was understandably busy. Still, she provided him with shelter, security, and a lot to think about in the meantime. And so Mason had broken off from her for a while, deciding that he wanted to try to surprise her by catching one of those illusive "fishings" she had described as scaly things that livedi n the water. Mason Hesiod headed toward the biggest body of water he knew, figuring there had to be tons of "fishings" in there. When he reached the shore, he scrambled over the gritty ground until the waves lapped at his feet. He looked down at the water incredulously. He supposed scaly things would be shiny. But the problem was that the water made a lot of things shiny. Shrugging his small shoulders, the pup went deeper into the water and started snapping at anything that so much as glimmered. He figured the best way to catch a "fishing" was to bite it, after all that had been the way he had caught mice while he was on his own. |