10-28-2007, 02:10 AM
Jasper
It was terrible. Completely and utterly terrible. He'd searched the lands of his new pack, avoid his father and aunt as best as he could, and in all of that wandering he hadn't picked up on Gin's scent anywhere. Now this was a problem in itself. It had been Gin who he had really come to these lands for, almost certain that he would be nowhere other than with Misery. Now that he knew that wasn't the case, only awful things filled his head. Had Gin gotten lost in their travels and the adults had been unable to find him or, even worse than that, had Gin died and Misery had decided that she would come here to try and forget her heartache? Clutching the ragged white rabbit against his chest, the blonde de le Poer child climbed his way to the top of the nearest hill, ignoring the surroundings for the time.
It wasn't until he reached the top of that hill that he took notice that the area looked just as dead as he felt. The grass was nowhere to be seen and he knew it wasn't because of the oncoming cold whether, and what trees lined the area were gnarled and dead. Two toned eyes moved around the area for a moment, taking in the sight of the desolate place, before finally, as if he'd just given up, he plopped himself down to the ground, legs outstretched in front of him. "No Rusalki, I don't think I could have just missed his scent." His voice was sad and he hung his head to further show that sadness. Despite the attempts that his friend made to ease him, he still felt simply awful. Both arms shifted, his hands tight around the rabbit even as he sat it in his lap.
Endy
Endymion had been intent on staying in Jaded Shadows, staying home, as much as he could, to be with his family. But the urge to explore the 'Souls lands pulled him away from the borders and to the neutral territories. It was a sobering experience, especially since he had been on cloud-nine since arrival. The children were beautiful and lively, and the pack seemed to be thriving. It was almost too perfect. He feared that he would become too comfortable, to blissful, and then something would go horribly wrong. So, the russet wolf decided that a short sojourn would be fitting, just to lower his head from the clouds. And so he went.
Ames de la Mort was about as neutral and as neutral territories went. It was a stark change from the vivid green of home. For some reason, the young man liked it. He had always been the odd child, anyway; fretting over an injured rabbit instead of seeing it as a potential meal, naming it after his father, etc. That person seemed so far away. It was back when he idolized his father, of course. Fathers, he corrected himself. Back then he didn't know what Salvaged was capable of, or what he had done. And he was too young to understand that 'good' fathers actually lived with their children. It was in the past, however. Salvaged was gone, and most likely, Thorn was too. He would just have to move on.
Ascending the hill, the pensieve wolf spied a rather bright creature seated atop the dead earth. Ironically, a toy rabbit was clutched in the other boy's hands. Smiling slightly, Endymion advanced calmly toward the dejected looking stranger. "You alright there?"
It was terrible. Completely and utterly terrible. He'd searched the lands of his new pack, avoid his father and aunt as best as he could, and in all of that wandering he hadn't picked up on Gin's scent anywhere. Now this was a problem in itself. It had been Gin who he had really come to these lands for, almost certain that he would be nowhere other than with Misery. Now that he knew that wasn't the case, only awful things filled his head. Had Gin gotten lost in their travels and the adults had been unable to find him or, even worse than that, had Gin died and Misery had decided that she would come here to try and forget her heartache? Clutching the ragged white rabbit against his chest, the blonde de le Poer child climbed his way to the top of the nearest hill, ignoring the surroundings for the time.
It wasn't until he reached the top of that hill that he took notice that the area looked just as dead as he felt. The grass was nowhere to be seen and he knew it wasn't because of the oncoming cold whether, and what trees lined the area were gnarled and dead. Two toned eyes moved around the area for a moment, taking in the sight of the desolate place, before finally, as if he'd just given up, he plopped himself down to the ground, legs outstretched in front of him. "No Rusalki, I don't think I could have just missed his scent." His voice was sad and he hung his head to further show that sadness. Despite the attempts that his friend made to ease him, he still felt simply awful. Both arms shifted, his hands tight around the rabbit even as he sat it in his lap.
Endy
Endymion had been intent on staying in Jaded Shadows, staying home, as much as he could, to be with his family. But the urge to explore the 'Souls lands pulled him away from the borders and to the neutral territories. It was a sobering experience, especially since he had been on cloud-nine since arrival. The children were beautiful and lively, and the pack seemed to be thriving. It was almost too perfect. He feared that he would become too comfortable, to blissful, and then something would go horribly wrong. So, the russet wolf decided that a short sojourn would be fitting, just to lower his head from the clouds. And so he went.
Ames de la Mort was about as neutral and as neutral territories went. It was a stark change from the vivid green of home. For some reason, the young man liked it. He had always been the odd child, anyway; fretting over an injured rabbit instead of seeing it as a potential meal, naming it after his father, etc. That person seemed so far away. It was back when he idolized his father, of course. Fathers, he corrected himself. Back then he didn't know what Salvaged was capable of, or what he had done. And he was too young to understand that 'good' fathers actually lived with their children. It was in the past, however. Salvaged was gone, and most likely, Thorn was too. He would just have to move on.
Ascending the hill, the pensieve wolf spied a rather bright creature seated atop the dead earth. Ironically, a toy rabbit was clutched in the other boy's hands. Smiling slightly, Endymion advanced calmly toward the dejected looking stranger. "You alright there?"