11-08-2009, 05:34 PM
Mason loved the ocean. True, it changed with every second. The water flowed, snaked, and strangled itself as it thrashed against the shore before it drew back in on itself. There was something wild about it, an untamable quality. It was an ever changing entity - but the ocean presented a pattern of change that the boy could understand, at least. Since his time as part of Inferni, he had found himself drawn to beaches. At first it was because he wanted to become the consummate fisherman, but now that he was older and did not need to be constantly entertained, he was content to sit for some time and let his thoughts drift with the sea.
He had discovered a few weeks ago that this beach in particular yielded the best results for a fisherman. However, he was not hungry right now. More than anything, he just wanted to get away for a while. Mason was still young, the youngest member of Inferni. But time still had an effect on him. He had been growing steadily since he had found safety and a steady food supply. Every day it was becoming more and more evident that the coyote half of his blood ruled his physical development. His body was slight, his limbs and face thin, and ears oversized. He was smaller than a wolf pup of his age, but he was still a bit larger than a regular coyote pup - evidence of his mixed heritage.
Things were changing - that meant he was growing up, which was something he was looking forward to. But some things were changing in ways he could not understand. Or perhaps it was just that he was trapped in his own comfort zone. He recalled Samhain, and his muzzle wrinkled in distaste as he remembered some of the scents from that night. The adults of his clan had acted strangely, and he did not how to take it. It was so out of character, a lapse in the routine and associations he had developed. He wondered where that left him in the world - no longer a helpless child, but far from a self sufficient man.
He had discovered a few weeks ago that this beach in particular yielded the best results for a fisherman. However, he was not hungry right now. More than anything, he just wanted to get away for a while. Mason was still young, the youngest member of Inferni. But time still had an effect on him. He had been growing steadily since he had found safety and a steady food supply. Every day it was becoming more and more evident that the coyote half of his blood ruled his physical development. His body was slight, his limbs and face thin, and ears oversized. He was smaller than a wolf pup of his age, but he was still a bit larger than a regular coyote pup - evidence of his mixed heritage.
Things were changing - that meant he was growing up, which was something he was looking forward to. But some things were changing in ways he could not understand. Or perhaps it was just that he was trapped in his own comfort zone. He recalled Samhain, and his muzzle wrinkled in distaste as he remembered some of the scents from that night. The adults of his clan had acted strangely, and he did not how to take it. It was so out of character, a lapse in the routine and associations he had developed. He wondered where that left him in the world - no longer a helpless child, but far from a self sufficient man.