Our future generation
02-18-2016, 03:53 AM
Terrae indeed was home; in fact fast asleep before his older brother arrived. He laid on the soil curled into a tight ball, exhausted from the day's activities. Collecting herbs and setting up his garden, not to mention the little helper who had aided him in his planting. His body felt more and more sore with each passing day - joints aching and headaches intensifying. Unfortunately those were the effects of ageing, and even the most skilled healer couldn't stop ageing. It was just another natural process, and he had to cope with it. Another helper would be nice, someone to lessen his load of responsibilities or at least ease his work. A permanent one, like an apprentice. Someone younger, like a pup. But who?
He was awoken by a scratching sounding from his den's entrance, momentarily recognising his brother's scent. "Coming!" he called, bumping his head on the earthen ceiling as he tried to slither out from his lair. Lumbering out into the light, he stretched every limb, the aching pain still remaining, to his annoyance. "Hello brother," he greeted with a broad smile, as warm as the sun shining upon them, aiming to nudge the taller male's shoulder with his muzzle in a familial gesture.
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