Master of the House

Antykk · 01-27-2012, 10:48 AM

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Antykk

Word Count :: 475

Antykk prided himself on the seemingly good decision to return to the little village he’d passed just before meeting Terra. To a typical passerby, it might have seemed like an old, run down, dump, but to him it was a kingdom filled with many nooks and crannies to be explored. Claiming a vacant little shack as his own, he tidied it up a bit and then immediately began collecting things to make it more ‘homey.’ It filled the canine with a sense of purpose and duty; if he had something to tend to, he could easily keep his mind off of the looming loneliness that threatened to drive him mad should he permit it. And in any case, it was nice to finally have a place he could call his own, even if it proved to be only temporary.

The salt-and-pepper wolf stood before a dusty pane of glass, perhaps fashioned as a mirror when humans once dwelled in his home. He looked his reflection over with scrutinizing eyes, his tail swaying calmly at his ankles as he played with his stringy hair. He had allowed it to grow out since the virus had taken over his body, mainly because he had no idea what else to do with it; it hadn’t bothered him until now. Perhaps it was the encounter with a female that had exposed his old self that spurred the idea, but either way he wanted to change. He had been a charming, handsome wolf before, and he felt determined to be that way again. The old Antykk had simply been in hiding, and now it was time to bring him out and dust him off.

Taking the knife in his hand that he’d found while cleaning earlier that morning, Antykk lifted a handful of hair with his free paw and held it still. A few deep breaths passed his lips before his muscles finally tensed, and the knife sawed through his stringy hair as if it had been a bundle of weeds beneath the blade of a scythe. Handful after handful of raven-wing black hair fell to the ground, until finally he stood with a handsome cropped ‘do’ on his head and an admiring expression on his face. He tried to smile then, the motion awkward at first but eventually becoming smooth as he re-discovered the muscles that had been his ally so long ago. Antykk could look good if he tried, and he was coming to know it now as he straightened up in front of the glass and turned this way and that, inspecting his seemingly-new self. I should go out now, he thought, setting the knife down before him. It would be good to show the world this face, no? He chuckled a bit, then marked with his scent outside the door as he wandered toward the farmlands.

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