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Cerberus Antum · 03-31-2012, 01:39 AM

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Cerberus

Word Count :: 657 Back-dated to yesterday, March 29th. Early morning at New Dawn's Avalon.

Ceri left the heart of New Dawn territory that morning with one goal in mind. He was glad for the knife he'd found the previous day while scavenging with Insomnia, as it would definitely help him achieve said goal. With the blade sheathed and held tight between his glittering teeth, the coywolf made his way further back into the territory where he knew that a lovely waterfall and crystalline river resided. Each step was quiet and careful so as not to wake anyone – he didn't want anyone interrupting something that he thought absolutely needed to be done.

It wasn't long before the scent of pristine water greeted Ceri's nostrils; he smiled excitedly when he reached the falls that were tucked back in the lovely land known as Avalon. Settling beside the river, Cerberus fell back on his haunches and dropped his knife beside him before peering down at his reflection. He had attempted to change into his optime form but once since the bear attack, as it had caused him great pain when he tried before. His wounds were healing now, but he was still hesitant. Finally, taking a deep breath, Cerberus concentrated on lengthening his limbs and contorting his figure, until he sat on the riverbank in his two-legged form. He sighed with relief when very little pain amounted from such a dramatic movement, but something was still off – just as had happened when he ventured to meet Wander, he suddenly couldn't see a thing. But he didn't waste a second panicking, for he knew exactly what the problem was, and it almost made him laugh: his hair had grown to such a length that it now hung in a white curtain over his scarred face.

Cerberus ran his long fingers through his mane, pushing it out of his eyes and to the side of his face. He took a moment then to look at his reflection for a while longer, realizing now how much he missed this form. It was his favorite, in fact. It allowed him to do so much more than his lupus form did. But he'd joined a pack where this form wasn't permitted, and that often made him wonder why he had joined New Dawn in the first place. But he knew very well why, and her name was Ciara. However, Cerberus refused to believe that his return to New Dawn was a mistake, as the she-wolf proved NOT to be the reason he was meant to be there. It only made sense then that he had to have a purpose there, and he was determined to find out what it was. That was the reason why he was bent over the river that morning – by finding himself, he'd find his purpose.

The coywolf had tied a handful of various feathers around the hilt of his knife with a slender leather cord, which he now untied and laid in his lap. He'd never done anything fancy to his hair, and today he was going to change that. Lifting a few strands here and there, Cerberus mulled over what he was going to do with his unruly locks, and then finally began hacking away at them. After what seemed like hours of trimming and perfecting, Cerberus sported a thick, mohawk-esque do that almost looked like a rooster's crest. A wolfish grin spread across his pale lips, and he fluffed and primped his mane a bit before tying four feathers throughout it – two small Cardinal feathers hung at the tail end of his 'hawk against his shoulder blades, and two speckled brown ones adorned the space behind his left ear where the base of his mohawk connected with his head. Then he bent over the river again, dipping his hand into the glassy water and flicking it through his mane to make the 'hawk stand up better. Finally he sat back and admired his work, smiling all the while. For the first time in a long time, he felt he looked...sexy.

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