Lannen dwelt among the trees, catching glimpses of a pale blue sky in the early morning. He found that although his coat was suited to winter, he liked spring and summer well enough. He appreciated the warmth that infused his bones and joints. He wasn't very old, but he was no longer a spry young yearling. His body was well toned, well taken care of. Still, he could feel changes in his body as the seasons pressed on. He felt the youth, the potential energy, leaving his white form. However, in its stead, he found a reliable strength dwelt within his bones.
The white man walked on two legs, as he was wont to do most of the time. He had been born feral, having inherited the shifting virus from an attack that had shaken his confidence, but gifted him with a new form. He was glad to be the master of this form. He had adjusted well to it, unwilling to back down from a new challenged. Now he loved this form and preferred it over his other form. He shrugged his shoulders, pondering on how life could be strange that way.
Brown eyes traced patterns of warm soil that hadn't been overturned by other footsteps. It seemed, that at least for now, he was alone. He didn't mind that, really. But sometimes he found his mind returning to the young girl he had seen weeks before. He wondered how she was faring now. The white wolf took a moment to reflect on others he had met. Ember, Leland, and Heath...what would they be doing now?
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Fuck, the male thought as he spied the bright glow of the day’s new light. Where the sun it got the idea to rise so quickly and roost so high was beyond the tired male. Golden eyes could only squint against its blaze as he blinked sleep from his eyes. The roots had been a decent place of rest, or at least his drunken mind had thought so. The heavy knowledge of his father’s place in the world had driven him to drink, once again. Heath flexed his black hand at the thought of his sire, the anger threatening to boil and bubble. Instead he felt his head throb.
His soot hued paw held his forehead, cradling it gently. Sitting up the young male shifted in the new grass, trying to find the comfort that his drunken mind had believed existed here. Not finding it the small lone wolf stood to stretch the ache from his body, and hopefully his head. Breathing in the clean clear air Heath felt the rush reach his brain, making the pain worse. Of course he liked pain, savored it sensation and enjoyed the alive and waking feeling it gave him. But this was different, it was plain annoying. Stalking through the forest, cursing to himself he looked for the discarded bottle in hopes of curbing the hangover with a morning buzz.
Instead he came upon a smell that stung his nostrils and the bull headed male had followed it. Water? Maybe he would find water along with the vaguely familiar male. Or he might just have the bottle he had no doubt thrown in a fit of anger the night before. The pounding subsided as his limbs began to work, and by the time he found the white creature, who’s height towered over his own, the pain was almost gone. It was at least ignorable. Hey. Hs voice spoke, though the others name did not come to him. All he could remember of him was a head butt. Something he surely didn’t need.
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Lannen turned and opened brown eyes, not realizing that he had closed them in the first place. He had been intent on listening, or almost standing still as the wind blew around him. The wind was warm, a herald for the heat of summer as spring began to fade. It would be soon that the sun would rule the sky once more, chasing the clouds away indefinitely. The changing of the seasons had never really fascinated the white wolf before. He had never been one to document the passage of time. But as his life changed, he became painfully aware of time, as if it was a dividing line, a wall that closed him off from everything he had known and believed before.
A voice had called out to him. Brown eyes sought the source of the sound, and he blinked once. He recognized the two legged form of the yearling he had met several weeks before. That had been an incident that the white man wouldn't be quick to forget. Although young, the wolf harbored quite an anger within him, and he had a mean right hook. Lannen rubbed his jaw unconsciously, remembering their altercation which had ended in confusing laughter and a truce of some sort.
But this time around, that volatile energy was absent. Instead, Heath seemed to be seeking something. Lannen looked around, but didn't see anything of any particular interest or significance that stood out to him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the tree beside him. "Hey, man," he called out. He kept the level of his voice under control. Heath seemed to have a headache. He supposed he could be civil to the guy, for now at least. "What brings you here?"
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His own voice rang in his head, but heath could tolerate the pain. It was dull, more annoying then anything. It decades passed all he would need would be an aspirin and a glass of water to kill the pang ringing against his brain, but now all he could hope for was it to fade on its own or a few bitter sips of vodka. The latter seemed to have gone missing, so Heath was sure that he would have to just be patient. But he wasn't a patient creature.
The white wolf, who smelled of Heath’s friend Ember, looked as if he was deep in thought. Of course he was still a pansy, Heath was sure of it. As he could remember it was the other male that had been the looser in their fight, though to save him from humiliation Heath had allowed a draw to be called. Studying the other, Heath matched his posture. His soot toned arm crossing the other in front of his chest. You know, just thought I had left something around here. Looking to the ground he was disappointed that he didn’t see it at the male’s feet. Passed the hell out last night, and must had dropped it.
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Lannen scanned the ground around them. He turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow when Heath mentioned that he had passed out. His brown eyes followed Heath's disappointed gaze before jumping back up to the younger male's face. He grinned wryly as he considered what his words probably meant, and came to a somewhat humorous conclusion. He laughed softly for a moment before speaking again. "Whatever you're looking for didn't happen to aid in knocking you out, did it?" he asked wryly.
As a general rule, Lannen usually avoided manmade concoctions. He had grown up feral and had become infected by the shifting condition. And although he preferred his newer, two-legged form, he had never really taken to other human-like habits. However, Lannen was somewhat acquainted with the burning devil's liquid, alcohol. He had had one run in with it, and that had been enough. An entire night had been wiped from his memory. He had woken up in a strange place, with a strange woman. Waking up with the woman hadn't been so bad, but upon making her acquaintance weeks later, she had stalked off after smacking him across his stupid face.
He preferred to have all his memories intact. And he also liked to avoid a splitting headache, if he could help it. The white male was a create who had to work on his control, keeping his darker tendencies like anger reigned in. He didn't like to surrender anymore control that he had to. His hold over himself was tenuous at the best of times. It was better not to take chances, in his opinion. Still, it appeared as though Heath had had a run in with alcohol and had found it to his liking. He shrugged internally, to each his own.
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Heath couldn’t help but give a grin when the male spoke. It seemed like he knew exactly what he was talking about. The black accented yearling spoke at first was a laugh in his tone, Yeah, kind of did. He admitted. His question did not hold the same amount of warmth in its tone, Haven’t see anything have you? Maybe he knew because he was hiding the bottle. Heath wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, at least not about something that was easily replaced. Still, he couldn’t help but be suspicious.
In his opinion, alcohol was the only thing that the humans were good for. Nothing else from their dwellings peaked his interest as much as their liquor did. He could live the rest of his life without their clothing or the tools that many other wolves stole and used. He could live without their alcohol too, at least he thought he could, but would rather not try. it was too good, and help with his memories.
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Lannen's smile only widened at the accusatory tone in Heath's voice. He made a show of looking around dramatically, keeping his brown eyes wide as they swept the forest floor. His smile turned into a smirk and he shrugged. He hadn't remembered the young man being so suspicious. But then again, he had only made his acquaintance once, and that had been under even stranger circumstances. He should probably know better than to irk him, since that had led to a physical altercation before, but Lannen couldn't change himself.
The white man held his hands out to his sides to show that he did not have the bottle that Heath was looking for. "I wouldn't touch that rotten drink, dude." Lannen exaggeratedly crossed his heart and was smiling again. This might annoy Heath, but he didn't care much. The guy was irascible to begin with. He'd have to deal, since Lannen had been here first. "Did you ever find your dad?"
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Heath looked to the ground with the other male, but they both came up empty handed. The male made an attempt to not care, putting the bottle out of his mind and trying to not think about the hangover that crept into bones. Golden eyes looked to the other male, figuring that he didn’t really know much about him and fought to even remember his name.
He wasn’t impressed that the white male didn’t give into the booze. He also didn’t think that it was noble of him to stay away from such a vice, who knew maybe he had a different type of vice. Hey, everyone has their thing. Who was Heath to judge. Though the next question that came from the male's mouth made his ear twitch. Thoughts went to his father of course, and then to his brother and sister. He thought of the moment he first saw his face, and how long it had been since seeing his siblings.
Yeah, and he's as much of an asshole as I knew he would be.
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Heath was in a foul mood all the way around. Lannen's smile wilted around the edges. The guy was so little fun. It almost wasn't worth trying to get a rise out of the guy. It seemed as though he wouldn't brighten without the aid of his booze-pacifier. Oh well. It was the kid's loss. If he wanted to be so smashed that he couldn't remember his own name, that was his business. Lannen just couldn't see the appeal.
The white man was genuinely sorry that the young man's reunion with his father hadn't gone well. He hadn't been optimistic in the first place, he guessed, but Lannen had hoped that something good might happen to the knucklehead. He didn't have any reason to wish anything bad upon him. In fact, he had become somewhat fond of him after their little scuffle. He seemed a little misguided and moody. He was young enough that he could be one of his sister's kids. Maybe he just needed a friend, or some guidance or something. Lannen wasn't about being a shoulder to cry on, but he understood about having a comforting presence. He hoped that the kid would find someone to give him a little quiet in his soul.
"That's unfortunate, man," Lannen said, genuine concern in his voice. Lannen shrugged. He couldn't change the relationship between Heath and his father. The kid could be a bit gung-ho, making snap judgments and volatile, but Lannen trusted his assessment of his father. It was obvious something had happened, but it wasn't Lannen's place to pry.
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It was early, wasn’t it? Hadn’t the sun just come up, or was it close to midday? Heath was only waking up, and then fighting to deal with thoughts of his father. Then of course, he still couldn’t remember the males name. Lando? Heath looked at him, thinking the name and testing it against the wolf’s face. No. He thought about it for another moment. It was something else, but instead of asking he would rather go without knowing.
He tried not to care, forgetting and shrugging the misfortune off without another thought of it. Yeah, but there are somethings you can’t change so why worry about it? He shrugged, and even patted the other male on the shoulder with a hollow smile. Not as unfortunate as losing the last bit in that bottle. he laughed.
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[html] Lannen shook his head. It was a damn shame that this kid's father had been a huge disappointment. From the way Heath acted, Lannen wouldn't be surprised to learn if a lot of things in his life had been disappointments. He wondered how he might have turned out, how their first meeting might have gone if Heath's reunion with his father had been a much anticipated, happy occasion. It seemed as though this young man only knew how to seek out trouble, and that he did so willingly.
"If you're really in need of that gut rotting shit, you should look for more in the city," the ivory-hued male said, steering the conversation away from Heath's familial connections. There was no reason to make his already sour mood worse. He didn't need to talk about anything if he didn't want to. At this point, Lannen was certain that Heath would be happiest alone with whatever was left in his lost bottle. [/html]
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Some things weren’t meant to work out, Heath had determined that a long time ago. For Heath family was a part of life that would not work for him. Maybe he was set to live alone for the rest of his life, a life that would most likely be short. He had no problem with that, what was the difference? The male didn’t see anything in his future. His past was something he would rather not remember, nothing more then a black shadow. How could his future be anything but a reflection of his upbringing? Nothing, a black shadow.
Yeah, I’ll probably head that way once night hits. the male smiled, shrugging off the unhappy feeling thoughts of his parents brought. He ignored the comments about the guts, and rotting and how horrible it was for him. He didn’t care, it tasted great and it made him forget. That black shadow would grow dim, nothing just a haze that he could turn away from. Gold eyes looked to the nameless male, asking casually, What about you? Everything good?
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[html] Lannen shrugged and gritted his teeth. "Everything is...the same," he admitted. He sounded a little disgusted when he said the words. The truth was, Lannen had done very little to ease his frustrations and to change his situation. At points, he felt helpless to do anything about his growing feeling of restlessness. The AniWayan male did not have any sense of home or direction. He felt lost, and that made him feel stupid.
It was hard for him to find any direction. The only motivation that had really driven him had been since sense of loss and shame and he scrambled away from his past as quickly as possible. Now there was nothing left to make him try. He had failed to foster very many connections, having lost hope when his brother, Pilot, had left Nova Scotia in search of his roots. Lannen could respect his choices - he hardly knew the man to begin with - but it still stung that the one connection he had had was suddenly gone.
"I need a change, but I don't know what to do about it," the white male said. He needed to find something that renewed his interest in life, something to rekindle the fire he so dearly missed. But he was grasping at air, it seemed, and it only discouraged him. [/html]
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His head was feeling better, clearer and no longer needed the alcohol to ease the hangover. He was even able to think about the others problem. It was heard in his voice as he spoke. Things staying the same wasn’t horrible, no worse then loosing his little bit of vodka. Well maybe it was a harder problem to solve, yeah he figured that it was. A short walk and then he would be in the city and giving into his cravings. Then again what type of change did he want, just anything? Heath had been searching for something too, and he seemed that they were in the same boat. He didn’t know what sort of change that would satisfy him, and though he wasn’t exactly looking for it, Heath couldn't help but say, “Maybe you need a woman?” He said smartly, giving a snide grin.
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