Post by Kenjo on Nov 5, 2008 21:58:56 GMT -5
The crisp winds of fall were beginning to pick up as the sun hung heavy in the center of the sky, signaling noontime on the Transylvanian lands. A young male, was sunning himself on a rather large rock, his lean maw tucked underneath a large paw. His pelt was white at a quick glance, but the sun, playing on the strands of his fur, caught two other colours mixed in. Reds and silvers tipped his pelt. The colours were scattered about the majority of his body, but collected in other sections to form faint patters of orange-ish red and silver.
Although he had inherited a unique blend of his parents, the young male's physique matched that of his father's, when Shako was in his prime. Sadly, it seemed as though his once strong, proud father was fading away. His son had no idea as to why, considering his position in the pack, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his mother. The Sikla had been in a rather reclusive state for awhile, and he barely caught a glimpse of her. She was a flitty little thing, a bit neurotic in a way. Kenjo couldn't help but think his mother had always been like that, and since he was born, she was. Although Yelae was loving and warm, as soon as both he and his sister were weaned from her milk, the Sikla was up and running, passing through Ge-Rad every now and then, but not enough to have a major impact in his life.
Then again, most of his family had been rather reclusive. He, finding himself at a time of not being sure what to do with himself, wandered around the lands of Transylvania, coming and going from Ge-Rad's territory as he pleased. Nobody noticed, nor did anyone seem to care, so the youth had thought little to nothing of his nomadic state. He was still a Ge-Radian, sure, but was he bound to its land? Not at all. In fact, he hadn't caught sight of his father, mother, or sister in recent times.
Sighing, the mann's hind leg twitched, and his golden-yellow eye opened, blinking away the sun as its fraternal twin revealed to be a bright blue colour. Yawning, Kenjo stretched, opening his slender maw to reveal a healthy set of gums and teeth. Kenjo was on the rather haughty side, reaching a point in his life where he thought there was no better mann than himself, and took good care of himself and his appearance. And it was rather obvious, considering how healthy the male looked and the shine his coat gave off. Smacking his maw together after the yawn, Kenjo sat up, and lazily looked around at his surroundings. The leaves were starting to tell tales of fall. He loved fall, all of the pretty colours and whatnot. Though the fact that winter was coming up soon brought a sense of dread. It could get so...boring.
Then again, look at he spent most of his free time doing. Napping by the rocks.
//I'm trying to find my muse. D://
Although he had inherited a unique blend of his parents, the young male's physique matched that of his father's, when Shako was in his prime. Sadly, it seemed as though his once strong, proud father was fading away. His son had no idea as to why, considering his position in the pack, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his mother. The Sikla had been in a rather reclusive state for awhile, and he barely caught a glimpse of her. She was a flitty little thing, a bit neurotic in a way. Kenjo couldn't help but think his mother had always been like that, and since he was born, she was. Although Yelae was loving and warm, as soon as both he and his sister were weaned from her milk, the Sikla was up and running, passing through Ge-Rad every now and then, but not enough to have a major impact in his life.
Then again, most of his family had been rather reclusive. He, finding himself at a time of not being sure what to do with himself, wandered around the lands of Transylvania, coming and going from Ge-Rad's territory as he pleased. Nobody noticed, nor did anyone seem to care, so the youth had thought little to nothing of his nomadic state. He was still a Ge-Radian, sure, but was he bound to its land? Not at all. In fact, he hadn't caught sight of his father, mother, or sister in recent times.
Sighing, the mann's hind leg twitched, and his golden-yellow eye opened, blinking away the sun as its fraternal twin revealed to be a bright blue colour. Yawning, Kenjo stretched, opening his slender maw to reveal a healthy set of gums and teeth. Kenjo was on the rather haughty side, reaching a point in his life where he thought there was no better mann than himself, and took good care of himself and his appearance. And it was rather obvious, considering how healthy the male looked and the shine his coat gave off. Smacking his maw together after the yawn, Kenjo sat up, and lazily looked around at his surroundings. The leaves were starting to tell tales of fall. He loved fall, all of the pretty colours and whatnot. Though the fact that winter was coming up soon brought a sense of dread. It could get so...boring.
Then again, look at he spent most of his free time doing. Napping by the rocks.
//I'm trying to find my muse. D://
