here, lizard...
08-25-2016, 12:00 PM
The tall, lithe boy Chaos had been was a boy no longer, and maturity had packed muscle on his body to soften the unfinished lankiness of a yearling into the strong and masculine lines of an adult. Though he had never actually abandoned his family's lands - that was, after all, where his mother lived, and she still needed him even if he knew he no longer truly needed her - his energy and adventurous spirit had not diminished with the passing of his childhood and the lifestyle he followed had kept him from ever actually becoming soft.
He and Cascade together had learned to adapt their hunting style to his unusual fangs, though it hadn't taken much change once they'd determined that he was better suited to slicing than to gripping. That and his large size had made them a very successful hunting pair even before his dad and Angelus had returned from practically beyond the grave. Valentine being around was even greater incentive for the young wolf to continue to hang around the old pack lands, idolizing him as Chaos did. He had been devastated that the rest of the family hadn't returned with them, though - Rhyme lost maybe forever, and Ashmedai still gone too, though none of the losses stung quite as much as his partner in crime Rhys. She'd be an adult by now too, and sometimes he wondered if that had changed her at all. It hadn't much changed him, though.
Right now he'd swung out wide from the former pack lands looking for something interesting to do, or at least something more interesting than staring at a bunch of buffalo butts all day on the knolls. The orchard that had been the most interesting part of Imperium's old lands had been, to his disgust, recently claimed by a new pack, so he'd had to swing down around it and found himself in a swamp. As far as swamps went it wasn't even as creepy as the forest north of the knolls, though at least it was something different. The heat was almost unbearable here for the dark colored Chaos, though, and the fog blurred the light enough that the play of highlights on his black-and-then-purple-and-then-blue iridescent fur was muted to the point of looking more normal than anything. He wondered if there were crocodiles here, and the thought perked him up enough to pick up his pace as he went to go try to find some.
He and Cascade together had learned to adapt their hunting style to his unusual fangs, though it hadn't taken much change once they'd determined that he was better suited to slicing than to gripping. That and his large size had made them a very successful hunting pair even before his dad and Angelus had returned from practically beyond the grave. Valentine being around was even greater incentive for the young wolf to continue to hang around the old pack lands, idolizing him as Chaos did. He had been devastated that the rest of the family hadn't returned with them, though - Rhyme lost maybe forever, and Ashmedai still gone too, though none of the losses stung quite as much as his partner in crime Rhys. She'd be an adult by now too, and sometimes he wondered if that had changed her at all. It hadn't much changed him, though.
Right now he'd swung out wide from the former pack lands looking for something interesting to do, or at least something more interesting than staring at a bunch of buffalo butts all day on the knolls. The orchard that had been the most interesting part of Imperium's old lands had been, to his disgust, recently claimed by a new pack, so he'd had to swing down around it and found himself in a swamp. As far as swamps went it wasn't even as creepy as the forest north of the knolls, though at least it was something different. The heat was almost unbearable here for the dark colored Chaos, though, and the fog blurred the light enough that the play of highlights on his black-and-then-purple-and-then-blue iridescent fur was muted to the point of looking more normal than anything. He wondered if there were crocodiles here, and the thought perked him up enough to pick up his pace as he went to go try to find some.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write