March 04, 2015, 10:44 AM
After his tussle with the dog in Dawnlark Plains, Charon was still recovering from the wounds it had caused in his neck. The wounds had been treated, for they had been infected when Charon had finally found his way home, and now they were finally clean and beginning to scab over properly. The scabbing hurt when he walked, but at least the wounds were healing and they would probably heal just fine, leaving no scars in the long run, except for the mental ones of the image of the dog's clicking teeth so close to his face. Charon was ashamed for leaving his saviour behind, but he spoke of this to one; he didn't tell them about the wolf that had tried to save him. He instead turned it into a heroic story about his own bravery, as he always did, even if this one was a bit heavier on his heart than the others.
It was strange to hear someone howl for a wolf that meant so much and, at the same time, so little to Charon. He'd made up many heroic stories about his father's epicness, but at the same time, Verrine was a wolf that Charon didn't really know at all. He had hazy memories, but that was all.
Yet curiosity beckoned Charon to the borders that day, for there was someone there who did know this mysterious father that was not much more than a name to Charon these days. There was a deep longing in the boy to find out more, and so, for the first time since he had returned home, the boy trotted to Stavanger Bay's borders, where he soon saw a wolf appear.
Charon made himself tall, because he knew he needed to impress the stranger at the borders (and perhaps partially out of fear after the things he had seen on the road, in case the stranger was hostile). He held his head and tail high upon his approach, though it was evident he did not intend to attack the other wolf. "What do you know about Verrine?" asked Charon boldly while he stared at the stranger. Though he had the height of an adult wolf, it was evident in everything else about the 5,5 month old youth that he was still very much an adolescent and nowhere near an adult just yet.
It was strange to hear someone howl for a wolf that meant so much and, at the same time, so little to Charon. He'd made up many heroic stories about his father's epicness, but at the same time, Verrine was a wolf that Charon didn't really know at all. He had hazy memories, but that was all.
Yet curiosity beckoned Charon to the borders that day, for there was someone there who did know this mysterious father that was not much more than a name to Charon these days. There was a deep longing in the boy to find out more, and so, for the first time since he had returned home, the boy trotted to Stavanger Bay's borders, where he soon saw a wolf appear.
Charon made himself tall, because he knew he needed to impress the stranger at the borders (and perhaps partially out of fear after the things he had seen on the road, in case the stranger was hostile). He held his head and tail high upon his approach, though it was evident he did not intend to attack the other wolf. "What do you know about Verrine?" asked Charon boldly while he stared at the stranger. Though he had the height of an adult wolf, it was evident in everything else about the 5,5 month old youth that he was still very much an adolescent and nowhere near an adult just yet.
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and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 03, 2015, 12:30 AM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 04, 2015, 10:44 AM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 05, 2015, 01:45 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 05, 2015, 07:58 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 05, 2015, 08:31 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 05, 2015, 08:43 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 05, 2015, 08:51 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 05, 2015, 10:06 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 05, 2015, 10:20 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 05, 2015, 10:34 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 05, 2015, 10:52 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 05, 2015, 11:12 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 05, 2015, 11:40 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 06, 2015, 03:52 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 07, 2015, 03:16 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 09, 2015, 07:11 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 09, 2015, 10:00 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 11, 2015, 01:36 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 11, 2015, 04:02 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 11, 2015, 04:39 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 11, 2015, 05:27 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 11, 2015, 06:09 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 11, 2015, 06:32 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Charon - March 11, 2015, 06:48 PM
RE: and every minute gets longer - by Mordecai - March 11, 2015, 06:57 PM