Practice Makes Perfect
03-17-2013, 03:57 PM
It had been a few days since he'd arrived in Alacritis, the land that his siblings now called their home. Octavian had suggested that he join their pack, Seracia if he remembered correctly, and Pontifex had agreed to do so. After all, that was the best way for the siblings to start their new future together. He would've already been in Seracia, seeking the acceptance of the king and queen of his siblings' pack, but the grey and onyx brute didn't want to rush into it, not right away at least. He wanted to take a few days to explore this new territory, acquaint himself with some of it before he committed himself to a pack once again.
And that's what he was doing, in this beautiful forest with its towering red woods. The afternoon sun was begining to dip behind the mountains, its warm rays slowly retreating beyond the horizon, allowing the shadows of the night to begin replacing them. Limbs paused, halting the brute between two massive trees, golden gaze fixated on the sunset, thinking that it had to be one of the most beautiful things in nature. Beauty. He hadn't seen much beauty in his homelands, not with his father on his case nearly constantly, drilling malicious thoughts into his head and pushing him to be the monster that he wanted him to become. Pontifex had had no choice, some part of him, a deeply buried side of him needing to take the brunt of his father's attention away from his siblings, especially from Loccian. Their father had treated her so badly, giving in to his father's wants was the only way the knight had known to protect his siblings, indirectly, but protecting them nonetheless. Thinking back on it, perhaps it hadn't been the most ideal method, but it had been the only one that had proved effective.
Pontifex had never meant to shun his sister, to push her aside and forget about her. He never had, truly he hadn't. It was just that he had never been able to figure a way out of the life his father had set up for him until the war had taken place and taken care of his father for him. The brute shook his head, dispelling his thoughts as he turned away from the sunset to glance back behind him, into the darkening forest. His relationship with Octavian was good; not much to fix there. But Loccian...He needed to rebuild, to strengthen it and show her that from now on he would always be there for her. Crown tilted towards the darkening heavens, a summoning howl errupting into the atmosphere as he called to his sister, wanting to spend some time with her. He allowed his call to travel up and over the treeline, to echo out into the landscape and hopefully reach the ears of his sister before he dropped his head to its former position, ending his song. Audits twtiched to and fro, searching for the sound that would tell him Loccian had heard his call.
What would they do? He frankly had no idea. It had been a good few years since he had truly spent some time along with his own sister and the concept felt foreign to him now. What did brothers and sisters do normally? He allowed his mind to return to the past, to the days of their puphood. He could remember them wandering off into the forests, pouncing after squirrels and grasshopers in mock hunts. A hunt. His thoughts returned to the present with the idea of a hunt. Did Loccian even know hot to hunt? He wasn't sure, given the devil of a woman she'd been taken in by had been nothing short of useless. A hunt was a good way to restart a relationship, wasn't it? It couldn't hurt. Haunches folded beneath the massive brute to kiss the damp earth as he waited for his sister to arrive, if she even decided to respond.
And that's what he was doing, in this beautiful forest with its towering red woods. The afternoon sun was begining to dip behind the mountains, its warm rays slowly retreating beyond the horizon, allowing the shadows of the night to begin replacing them. Limbs paused, halting the brute between two massive trees, golden gaze fixated on the sunset, thinking that it had to be one of the most beautiful things in nature. Beauty. He hadn't seen much beauty in his homelands, not with his father on his case nearly constantly, drilling malicious thoughts into his head and pushing him to be the monster that he wanted him to become. Pontifex had had no choice, some part of him, a deeply buried side of him needing to take the brunt of his father's attention away from his siblings, especially from Loccian. Their father had treated her so badly, giving in to his father's wants was the only way the knight had known to protect his siblings, indirectly, but protecting them nonetheless. Thinking back on it, perhaps it hadn't been the most ideal method, but it had been the only one that had proved effective.
Pontifex had never meant to shun his sister, to push her aside and forget about her. He never had, truly he hadn't. It was just that he had never been able to figure a way out of the life his father had set up for him until the war had taken place and taken care of his father for him. The brute shook his head, dispelling his thoughts as he turned away from the sunset to glance back behind him, into the darkening forest. His relationship with Octavian was good; not much to fix there. But Loccian...He needed to rebuild, to strengthen it and show her that from now on he would always be there for her. Crown tilted towards the darkening heavens, a summoning howl errupting into the atmosphere as he called to his sister, wanting to spend some time with her. He allowed his call to travel up and over the treeline, to echo out into the landscape and hopefully reach the ears of his sister before he dropped his head to its former position, ending his song. Audits twtiched to and fro, searching for the sound that would tell him Loccian had heard his call.
What would they do? He frankly had no idea. It had been a good few years since he had truly spent some time along with his own sister and the concept felt foreign to him now. What did brothers and sisters do normally? He allowed his mind to return to the past, to the days of their puphood. He could remember them wandering off into the forests, pouncing after squirrels and grasshopers in mock hunts. A hunt. His thoughts returned to the present with the idea of a hunt. Did Loccian even know hot to hunt? He wasn't sure, given the devil of a woman she'd been taken in by had been nothing short of useless. A hunt was a good way to restart a relationship, wasn't it? It couldn't hurt. Haunches folded beneath the massive brute to kiss the damp earth as he waited for his sister to arrive, if she even decided to respond.