Can I sense you're soul?
11-19-2015, 11:20 PM
I'm running again.
Rivaxorus shivered in the winter weather that he felt against his fur edges. It had been forever since he had been in the north - the place he had been born. Let alone this island that seemed almost to be in the middle of nowhere. However his sense of adventure had been calling to him in his young age. The young pup may have been too smart for his own good but to get to know himself was better than not knowing anything at all. Looking at his reflection in some source of water on the edge of the island. He headed back inwards once he had scented out an old hare.
The hare had been easily caught within the huge boy's paws. A small snack to have while he was on his adventure before returning home. He had always been careful to warn someone in the pack he was leaving. So that they didn't think the young prince got kidnapped or the like. Not that anyone would want - or he would let them - kidnap him anyway. Rivaxorus sighed a little as he licked his jaws free of the blood.
11-30-2015, 08:29 PM
He'd ventured far from home this time. Partly he was still avoiding his mother, giving her whatever time she needed to cool down and unwilling to risk facing her while she was still - in his opinion - being unreasonable and likely to get into an argument with, but also out of pure curiosity and the joy of unfettered travel. He found himself in an icy cold unlike anything the southern-bred yearling had been in before, and he reveled in it even as he shivered beneath his grey-toned pelt. He'd found himself on a shore with land visible across the water, and he could not contain his curiosity. It drove him into the icy waters despite the biting cold that quickly soaked through his coat and tried to drag him down, and it drove him to fight through until his paws touched savagely cold ground once more. He tilted his head back admiringly, gazing around at the ice-coated trees and shrubs that adorned the island, but his eyes caught on a brown form that the island clearly had not come by naturally, a splash of red blood from a recent kill, and Tornach cautiously moved forward to investigate. A younger boy, not yet even a yearling to judge by the shape of his body, but showing signs that he might someday soon grow to be every inch as tall as Tornach himself. Tornach tilted his head to the side, narrowing blue eyes in concentration as he came upon the boy. There was something familiar about him... Oh. The boy looked a lot like Tornach's cousin Arian, his Aunt Epiphron's daughter, who Tornach had met a couple times when he was quite young, and smelled of the same scents that she had. "Dia dhuit," he greeted the boy politely when he stopped within easy speaking distance.
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
12-02-2015, 08:44 PM