duality...

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 01-27-2012, 02:19 PM

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WC:+3 RAWR. change times.
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Octavius had been feeling rather awkward lately. The chunkiness had started to recede as his body grew larger. Legs stretched and got longer, his torso lengthened as well. At roughly six months he weighed in at about eighty pounds already and his appetite was the equivalent of any grown males. He was no longer able to get into his small cave in the shadows of Anathema’s underground…which made him sad, but was now more than able to hunt for himself. Spending more time outside was great, and hunting had become one of his favorite things to do. With all of the running and wrestling he had been doing, muscles began to build on his rather lanky body.

Going for a hunt actually seemed like a great idea at the moment. Maybe he’d be able to catch a rabbit or two near the entrance to the caves and then go back to his mother’s rooms. His entire body was sore and achy for some reason, so resting was fairly high on his agenda for the day. The young white male was almost to the entrance of the tunnels when his muscles started twitching and seizing. He nearly fell and smashed his head, paws not wanting to touch the ground normally. Trying to walk without hurting himself, the boy got to Naniko’s cave and stumbled inside to fall on her big bed.

Whimpers and cries left his throat as his body squirmed and writhed in pain, the feelings were so foreign and uncomfortable, he wanted it to go away already! The harsh sound of crackling bones and pulling skin filled the cave, bouncing off the walls and ringing in his ears. Legs stretched out as far as possible, he arched and rolled, shaking violently as his body started changing into a new shape.

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Naniko D'Angelo · 01-30-2012, 10:26 PM

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Forward date by a few days? She'd be at the festival at this time =O Just realized.

She had definitely noticed the boy losing some weight more recently - if she'd had a camera and photographs to mark the weight loss, she would have been rather surprised at the differences between the two pictures. She was glad that her son was growing and gaining muscle, becoming a more active member of the pack...and she was also proud that he was honing his skills while he did it. Some canines saw hunting as simply a way to get food..but Naniko saw it as more. She saw it as a way to train canines in the most efficient ways to bring death to another creature. Would it be with a bite to the throat? Deep gashes that caused prolonged blood loss? Or maybe it would work best to attack from above or knock a creature out with a large rock before going in. Someday, he might have to use those hunting skills to defend the pack against outsiders who sought to destroy their way of life.

The female had just left a large stag in the food storage area and was heading back to her den when she heard a peculiar sound - someone whining. Her ears perked at this sign of distress and she hurried, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. That was made apparent to her when the form of another canine came out of the dim light, crawling toward her den. She didn't recognize the halfling from the distance that she stood at, and gave a long growl as she rushed toward the foreigner. Then she recognized him, though, and stood just outside of her den with a concerned expression. "Octavius? Are you..OK?" She asked quietly, unsure of what she could do.

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