10-29-2009, 05:55 PM
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short, sorry!
One year. Wow, that was pretty long. Ares didn't really know too much about how long an average pack-life was, but he knew that a year was almost his entire life. Strange to think that when he was a whimpering, hurting little infant.. This pack was being formed. So strange, that such history and momentous events could be happening all throughout the world but the only part of it that was real to him was the dim cave and a mother's painful touch. Conversation swirled around him as Anu finished speaking, but Ares had only paused his writing in order to hear the announcement.
Princess came and sat beside him conveniently right as he was finishing the last line of verse hanging out on the edges of his brain. Glancing over at her, he returned her grin, trying to hold his heart tightly in the joy of writing, not wanting to let any of the doubt and unease that surrounded Mati to slip back into his emotions. "Hey! Wanna see what I just wrote?" Ares didn't really like showing people his work, especially when it was still raw and unpolished like this new poem was, but Princess didn't really.. count. She was his sister. He knew she had good taste, and would recognize and appreciate the angsty soul of the poem, even if it was still rough around the edges. She would see the good in it, and be impressed with his crazy poetry skills.
One year. Wow, that was pretty long. Ares didn't really know too much about how long an average pack-life was, but he knew that a year was almost his entire life. Strange to think that when he was a whimpering, hurting little infant.. This pack was being formed. So strange, that such history and momentous events could be happening all throughout the world but the only part of it that was real to him was the dim cave and a mother's painful touch. Conversation swirled around him as Anu finished speaking, but Ares had only paused his writing in order to hear the announcement.
Princess came and sat beside him conveniently right as he was finishing the last line of verse hanging out on the edges of his brain. Glancing over at her, he returned her grin, trying to hold his heart tightly in the joy of writing, not wanting to let any of the doubt and unease that surrounded Mati to slip back into his emotions. "Hey! Wanna see what I just wrote?" Ares didn't really like showing people his work, especially when it was still raw and unpolished like this new poem was, but Princess didn't really.. count. She was his sister. He knew she had good taste, and would recognize and appreciate the angsty soul of the poem, even if it was still rough around the edges. She would see the good in it, and be impressed with his crazy poetry skills.