A-hunting we will go
05-05-2015, 01:12 PM
Seraphim was ensnared in the most marvelous dream. He stood atop a grand peak, with the whole world stretching out below him. The wind was icy and fierce but it seemed to fill him with an exuberant energy. All at once it shoved him into open air, and a brief moment of panic gave way to euphoria as he began to soar through the sky on invisible wings. His mother's voice seemed to call to him from the clouds, and he turned upwards, rising, rising... and surfacing from sleep. He woke with a gasp as if pulled from beneath the waves. He could make sense only of, "...hunting with me?" but it was enough. The young boy bolted to his feet, head colliding bodily with the roof of the den. He winced and coughed, shaking away the stars. Gods, he still was not used to his body, all gangly-legged and lanky. "I'm coming!" he rasped, voice thick with sleep. Mother wanted to go hunting! Or, something like that. Either way if Cascade had a need for him, he was more than willing to do whatever it was his mother wanted from him. You could call him a Momma's boy, but the truth was he just really loved his family. "Where are we going," he asked, worming his unreasonably large from out from the mouth of the den. |
Phim's family members are always allowed in his threads, whether specified or not!
