10-01-2009, 05:28 PM
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OOC: Sooo you never told me if you wanted to do the Coli thing, the Slay thing, or both so I AM DOING THE SLAY THING REGAURDLESS AHAHAHA. But we can still do the Coli thing, if you don’t want to just post with Slay first and Leland will already have all his own materials! Shortness!
Leland had left Cours de Miracle mostly unshaken by what he had learned there. Leroy was to be a father, and as it seemed Lysander as well. Months before he would have been delighted for his brothers, children were such a joy, but worried also. Neither of them were as fit as either him or Lyle. And perhaps jealous. He should have been a father, not either of them. Especially to Catherine, whom had believed it was Leland when Lysander had spread his own seed. Yet two litters would at least carry on their bloodline, even if they weren’t his. Even if he would never see his nieces and nephews. At least he knew.
It was still night when he came to the borders of Dahlia de Mai, but unlike at Aniwaya or Cours de Miracle he did not stop. He moved forward, stumbling on automatic into the heartlands, heading through the thick forest of trees trying to remember his way to the town. On his way he half hearted called out for the piebald male, though how far his weak voice carried he wasn’t sure. In the shadows of the night he didn’t look quite so bad. Still much too thin for his bulky form, the darkness softened the sharp bones that protruded from his hips and sides. In the dark one could not see the dirt that accumulated upon his fur, although the mats that stuck out in wads and clumps were still visible. The sores on his feet that opened nearly as soon as they begun to heal were still there, but harder to see at least. Perhaps, unlike his last two questions, Slay would ask no questions. Like a good friend the Dahlian would just give him what he needed. Somewhere to rest.
Leland had left Cours de Miracle mostly unshaken by what he had learned there. Leroy was to be a father, and as it seemed Lysander as well. Months before he would have been delighted for his brothers, children were such a joy, but worried also. Neither of them were as fit as either him or Lyle. And perhaps jealous. He should have been a father, not either of them. Especially to Catherine, whom had believed it was Leland when Lysander had spread his own seed. Yet two litters would at least carry on their bloodline, even if they weren’t his. Even if he would never see his nieces and nephews. At least he knew.
It was still night when he came to the borders of Dahlia de Mai, but unlike at Aniwaya or Cours de Miracle he did not stop. He moved forward, stumbling on automatic into the heartlands, heading through the thick forest of trees trying to remember his way to the town. On his way he half hearted called out for the piebald male, though how far his weak voice carried he wasn’t sure. In the shadows of the night he didn’t look quite so bad. Still much too thin for his bulky form, the darkness softened the sharp bones that protruded from his hips and sides. In the dark one could not see the dirt that accumulated upon his fur, although the mats that stuck out in wads and clumps were still visible. The sores on his feet that opened nearly as soon as they begun to heal were still there, but harder to see at least. Perhaps, unlike his last two questions, Slay would ask no questions. Like a good friend the Dahlian would just give him what he needed. Somewhere to rest.