Post by Kaemon on Jun 16, 2006 21:31:11 GMT -5
//For Lydair, Koan, and especally Caoihme. And perhaps, Kop? If you want to get yelled at. //
The night was dear, and precious. Fenris illuminated the sky, swallowing the stars around her. The day’s head was gone, for now. But one knew well that the next day would be just as hot, humidity pouring into the air from the evaporating due thrown upon the ground by the descending Fenris.
Brown eyes gazed upon the silvery glow with awe, as tan paws lightly padded upon the earth. It was a smallish tan body that entered familiar territory, as the scent of Ge-Rad filled the youth’s nares. His slightly curved tail began to wag, as his chocolate eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar pond. The mann Picked up his pace, and trotted over to the water’s edge. There, as he looked at the black pearly surface, a grown varg stared back at him. He was handsome and tan, with light tan rings around his eyes, and reddish eyebrows. His ears were a bit small and pointed, and his muzzle was short and stocky. His face was darker than his belly, with a tinge of rusty red, mostly on the saddle of his back. Even though he was full grown, he was still smaller than most vargs, for his blood played an important part in his build. But even though he was small, he had a decent muscular build, courteousy of his father.
The thought of his father in his mind mad his curled lips droop, as the male turned away from his own reflection. He missed his father, the one he envied. For Kaemon was his father’s son, and he looked up to him. Even though, Kaemon wondered if his father enjoyed his company as much as Kaemon enjoyed his, for the pup often showed his love in a rather unusual fashion of biting or playing. Kaemon often got the feeling that he would get on Koan’s nerves, as often as he did to Caoimhe’s.
Kaemon lowered his ears, giving a small audible whine. Out of his family, his love for his father and his mother, he missed Caoimhe the most. She was closest to him, and he would often go days, tailing her. She would get so annoyed, but in the end always kind and accepting of his company.
However, when their Dragga and his son had disappeared, Caoimhe refused contact with him, or any of her pack mates. This had hurt Kaemon the most, never mind his mother’s own disappearance within the boundaries, nor his father’s. Life had became bland and lonely, and Kaemon had no idea why.
But a thought had risen in his head upon a Fenris-less night. He remember the shock and worry that had took over Caoimhe’s features, as she had learned of Kop’s kidnapping. ‘Does she love him?’ he wondered, uncertainly. This struck Kaemon hard, thinking another mann had entered Caoimhe’s heart, and perhaps stole it. This made Kaemon both mad and jealous, he felt as if his own sister was being stolen right from under his nose. But what could he do?
Run. Run away, which was exactly what he did. Kaemon ran far, far into the Transylvania woods, into the mountains. That’s what he could do. But being lonely didn’t help, one bit. His anger grew in his deep and sudden depression, for the usually cheerful varg’s happiness feed off of company. However, where company lacked, so did he. Kaemon couldn’t stand it, he had to come back, back to these lands where his family roamed. And hope, hope that they still knew him, and would take him back, label him family. Kaemon couldn’t imagine a life without them, nor his pack.
His tan muzzle pointed at Fenris, Kaemon let his cries escape, as he called for his family, and their acceptance.
The night was dear, and precious. Fenris illuminated the sky, swallowing the stars around her. The day’s head was gone, for now. But one knew well that the next day would be just as hot, humidity pouring into the air from the evaporating due thrown upon the ground by the descending Fenris.
Brown eyes gazed upon the silvery glow with awe, as tan paws lightly padded upon the earth. It was a smallish tan body that entered familiar territory, as the scent of Ge-Rad filled the youth’s nares. His slightly curved tail began to wag, as his chocolate eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar pond. The mann Picked up his pace, and trotted over to the water’s edge. There, as he looked at the black pearly surface, a grown varg stared back at him. He was handsome and tan, with light tan rings around his eyes, and reddish eyebrows. His ears were a bit small and pointed, and his muzzle was short and stocky. His face was darker than his belly, with a tinge of rusty red, mostly on the saddle of his back. Even though he was full grown, he was still smaller than most vargs, for his blood played an important part in his build. But even though he was small, he had a decent muscular build, courteousy of his father.
The thought of his father in his mind mad his curled lips droop, as the male turned away from his own reflection. He missed his father, the one he envied. For Kaemon was his father’s son, and he looked up to him. Even though, Kaemon wondered if his father enjoyed his company as much as Kaemon enjoyed his, for the pup often showed his love in a rather unusual fashion of biting or playing. Kaemon often got the feeling that he would get on Koan’s nerves, as often as he did to Caoimhe’s.
Kaemon lowered his ears, giving a small audible whine. Out of his family, his love for his father and his mother, he missed Caoimhe the most. She was closest to him, and he would often go days, tailing her. She would get so annoyed, but in the end always kind and accepting of his company.
However, when their Dragga and his son had disappeared, Caoimhe refused contact with him, or any of her pack mates. This had hurt Kaemon the most, never mind his mother’s own disappearance within the boundaries, nor his father’s. Life had became bland and lonely, and Kaemon had no idea why.
But a thought had risen in his head upon a Fenris-less night. He remember the shock and worry that had took over Caoimhe’s features, as she had learned of Kop’s kidnapping. ‘Does she love him?’ he wondered, uncertainly. This struck Kaemon hard, thinking another mann had entered Caoimhe’s heart, and perhaps stole it. This made Kaemon both mad and jealous, he felt as if his own sister was being stolen right from under his nose. But what could he do?
Run. Run away, which was exactly what he did. Kaemon ran far, far into the Transylvania woods, into the mountains. That’s what he could do. But being lonely didn’t help, one bit. His anger grew in his deep and sudden depression, for the usually cheerful varg’s happiness feed off of company. However, where company lacked, so did he. Kaemon couldn’t stand it, he had to come back, back to these lands where his family roamed. And hope, hope that they still knew him, and would take him back, label him family. Kaemon couldn’t imagine a life without them, nor his pack.
His tan muzzle pointed at Fenris, Kaemon let his cries escape, as he called for his family, and their acceptance.
