05-06-2020, 08:31 PM
we wear the mask
that grins and lies
that grins and lies
The Forest is not as kind during the winter months as Halcyon's island home, a fact that the nearly-mature boy had neglected to remember until his sopping wet feline body pulled itself onto the shore of the mainland after his swim across the channel. Since dragging himself from the grasp of the ocean tide, his trip had grown more and more strenuous ─ until, with exhaustion, he throws his predatory body against the hardened winter ground beneath the wide-sweeping boughs of a pine-needled tree in the Forest. Halcyon shivers, and uses what body heat he has to warm himself as he curls into a ball for a nap.
Upon waking in the late afternoon, the young boy raises himself from the earth and shakes his lean body clean of forest debris. A massive yawn pulls his jaws open to reveal teeth meant for ripping and gnawing, the smallest hint of a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. He had not intended to travel this far away from Ischia to find Uncle Pteron, but those he had stopped to ask along the way had continually pointed in this direction, and he had kept following.
Now, despite the crispness of the air and the bare branches, his uncle's scent still clings to the nearby forest. Finally.
Halcyon stretches his feline body, digging his front claws into the hard dirt for a short moment before throwing his weight forward and bounding through the trees. Playfully, he rounds natural corners and curls his lips away from his teeth to growl, though this predatory display is mixed with a smirk when finally his feline pupils lay themselves upon the teal and white body of Pteron. "Uncle!" he calls with a voice that seems to deepen each day, his eyes bright with happiness now that he has found who he had been searching for.
@[Pteron]
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Upon waking in the late afternoon, the young boy raises himself from the earth and shakes his lean body clean of forest debris. A massive yawn pulls his jaws open to reveal teeth meant for ripping and gnawing, the smallest hint of a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. He had not intended to travel this far away from Ischia to find Uncle Pteron, but those he had stopped to ask along the way had continually pointed in this direction, and he had kept following.
Now, despite the crispness of the air and the bare branches, his uncle's scent still clings to the nearby forest. Finally.
Halcyon stretches his feline body, digging his front claws into the hard dirt for a short moment before throwing his weight forward and bounding through the trees. Playfully, he rounds natural corners and curls his lips away from his teeth to growl, though this predatory display is mixed with a smirk when finally his feline pupils lay themselves upon the teal and white body of Pteron. "Uncle!" he calls with a voice that seems to deepen each day, his eyes bright with happiness now that he has found who he had been searching for.
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