Can't get you out of my head

Light Goldenfeather · 12-19-2011, 09:00 PM

Back-dated to December 18, 2011 evening
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Word Count → 400+ :: XD

The male was rather spent. His day had turned out far different than he expected it to. First he woke up quite early in the hopes to find Leon’s den and spend the day with him. He had failed miserably and ended sort of lost in the ethereal eclipse area. He knew the way home of course but the male just couldn’t find his friend. Then he ran into a rather interesting fellow who inquired about the scarred hunter. Their time had ended up filling most of the day as he could not turn down the opportunity to gain another pupil. It was one of his passions to ensure a canine could perform at their peak. Light was a sucker for those who desired to be better.

Finally the hunter gave up late in the day after the training session with the new male. The sun had started to disappear turning the sky to a deep dark blue before the black would arrive. It was then the area started to seem familiar and remembrance of his encounter with the dark clothed male reduced from a fuzzy almost dream like memory. He couldn’t help but to give small smirk for the male had really started to question whether Leon was merely a figment of his imagination. The scent of the male was becoming clearer and soon enough he found a fresh trail. He followed it and was within range of what he guessed was his den.

He decided to announce himself, he didn’t want the male or his younger brother to be startled by the approach of a male into their territory. Therefore he let out a friendly howl hoping the male would recognize his voice. Then he started to feel somewhat nervous, his mind finally questioning if this was really a good idea or not. He barely knew the male and already he couldn’t get him out of his mind. The older male half considered changing his mind but he had already let out a greeting to the young pair. He decided to stay but he wondered how different he would seem to Leon, for the time they had met he was quite loose with alcohol. He couldn’t be at all near that similar relaxation point as he stood there stiff as a board and his face almost seemingly void of emotion. He opened the top of his poorly constructed pouch and rummaged inside ensuring he still had the gifts he wanted to present to the male. They were still there and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he awaited any sign that would allow his approach or the greeting of the youth.

Leon Hughes · 02-05-2012, 01:08 AM

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It had only been a couple days since his run-in with his father Daire and had his younger siblings put into his possession. He already adored his tiny itty bitty baby siblings, and so did Trigger. He was still injured from the fight. Swentzle had come the day after and helped him bandage the gashes before he left, and left his bison, Hamza, and his wagon with the Hughes family, along with some spices and pelts and other things he didn't want or need to take back home with him. Leon was very thankful for this, but it didn't leave him knowing how to take care of himself any better. Usually Trig helped him out, but he'd never been hurt this badly before. Already the bandages Swentzle put on his arm, side and cheek were bloodied and needed changing.

The older Hughes had left his younger siblings a bit earlier to find some water and clean out his wounds. He had to take the bandages off, but there was no way he could reuse them. He had no way to clean them and use them again without possibly infecting his wounds further. He found a little stream nearby and settled himself by it to clean up some. He was caught by surprise by the sound of a very familiar voice. He turned to look back in the direction of his den, where the howl came from, and stupidly jumped up to head toward the older male who he'd met just a short while before Sophie and Boothe were brought here. Leon ended up tearing his side open again jumping up, but he didn't seem to care. He ran over to meet Light, popping out from the trees and then casually wandering over to the much taller, scarred brute who looked very different compared to when they met and Light was drunk.

"Aww. Not drunk, I see?" Leon teased, ignoring the intense pain in his bleeding side. He wasn't wearing a shirt as he was before, nor his scarf. He didn't want to bloody up any more clothes and intended on trying to wash up in the lake later, if he could manage it. He held the old bandage from his side up to the bleeding gash, trying to look casual despite still being freshly wounded from Daire's cowardly way of fighting. "What brings you here, Hon?" He couldn't really fathom why Light was going out of his way to meet him again. He didn't think he left the best impression on him, since he'd made the obviously gay male uncomfortable with his flirting before. "Can't say I'm not pleased t'see y'though." He smirked cockily, his curled tail wagging behind him. The kids did the right thing and stayed in the den since none of them knew who Light was, and Leon wasn't ready to introduce his growing family to him quite yet.

Leon speaks Trigger Speaks

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