Anything you can do
01-01-2016, 10:17 PM
Rhyme's proportions would only become more awkward the older he grew, now at nine months old he'd face the worst of it. His limbs were long and slender, his head was slightly too big for his body, and his long tail liked to drag at the ground. His fur was always disheveled despite the almost constant effort his mother put into grooming it. The young boy hadn't quite grasped the concept of personal hygiene yet, a skill that wouldn't interest him for at least another year. That morning Rhys had left the den early as usual, not bothering to wake him up when she went. Mom seemed to be gone too, so the young Rhyme left the den to go out on his daily business. He did make sure to at least kind of look for his sister as he made his way to the border. Dad said just stay close enough to hear him howl and he could leave the territory. He hadn't taken him up on the offer quite yet but it seemed like today was good enough. With the amount of mud that squished under his toes he knew that something exciting was out there. He'd lope away from home, not looking back as he was much too focused on what lay ahead. He'd have to really pay attention to where he was going, it would be easy to go too far. He'd smile widely with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, fully enjoying the freedom of the rogue lands. His attention would quickly be caught by a constant thundering roar. While slightly nervous he was more curious than anything and slowly the Imperialis boy would make his way to the river bank. It was swollen and broken out in most places, the thundering water obviously quite the terror to behold, and it would stun young Rhyme into an awed silence. |
