Pulling me back
07-30-2015, 10:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-30-2015, 10:15 AM by Seraphim.)
His mother's call would ring out, faint and distant. Phim froze midstep, worried for a moment that he had somehow found his way into trouble, that his mother knew, because like many young males he still feared her seeming omnipresence. But no, he thought, relaxing. He was older now, no longer as bound to her wishes and wills. He was given free rein, more or less, and was doing his best to contribute in his own way. Soon, he told himself, he'd know his Daddy's lands better than anyone! There wouldn't be an enemy anywhere who could slip past him, or sneak in undetected. He jolted suddenly, realizing that his mother's call wasn't just food for thought. She actually wanted him and his siblings to come in, like now. He spun on his heels and took off through the low brush, barreling blindly through it and cursing as it tugged at his mottled coat. When he at last careened into the den site, he realized first and foremost that he was the last to respond. He threw his weight backwards and skidded to a stop, tucking his chin to give his chest a few hasty licks as if that would in anyway calm the disaster that short sprint had made of his coat. Twigs pockmarked the otherwise blue pelt, sullied with dust and debris and tangles. He slipped into the den with a quiet cough, trying to look even a little bit less out of place. "Fancy meeting you all here," he quipped, addressing each and every one of them with a beaming smile. Part of him wanted to unhinge his jaw and verbally vomit out every last detail of his adventures over the past few seasons, but he knew it wasn't the time. He could only hope that whatever his Mother wanted from them would be important enough to not get a lecture about the state of his appearance. |
Phim's family members are always allowed in his threads, whether specified or not!
