Post by nEwOL握敵 on May 21, 2012 22:41:12 GMT -5
Ooc;// Stitch needs to get to know her pack
BIC::
This camp was the thirf one I'd come to know as home, and for some reason it fit real good like for a third attempt. The camp, the first one, would always be special though, and that was fair enough. It had been the first one I'd known. It had been my first homeoutside of the compound. That alone would cause me to always feel something toward it. This place though, it was my home now. I nested in an out of the way corner of the camp, underneath a small tree, basicly an overglorified bush, that provided shade and some shelter. It was something of a habit that I would never outgrow, to bunk on the edge out of the way.
For days I rose before the sun and trained hard to stay strong for my kind, my pack, the only pack of Falomi, far as cared, in the world. So today I was to rest and allow my body to rebuild and recover. Nimrod's lot, what was left, where not much of a pack to fear, but then again others felt fear alot easier thenI did. But again the way I saw things now, it was much bigger then me, Nimrod, Poochy Know It All, and Mad Dog Bid. I was glad the humans had made me, cuase somebody had to be here to ponder the things I did.
Such was the cluter of my mind as I lay on my belly under my tree. I was ingaged in one of the deepist forms of relaxing I had ever seen. Gnawing. It was taught to me by one of the canines, a wolf, that I'd fallen in with in my absence from this land. It was a complicated task that with time cunsumed all your thought and made even your mind relax. One end of a leg bone from a large game animal was held between my paws as I gnawed the other, focusing on the use of my back teeth to carve markings into the bone. I'd only learned so many of the grand number of markings before returning here but what I knew was enough to keep me busy. It was an odd practice, but then again I wasn't exactly a natural creature so, What I really wanted though was company. I was used to being alone during the middle of the day, as it was now, but never in the camp.
It didn't help that I head droped off the face of the earth for a year and so hardly knew anyone nether.
BIC::
This camp was the thirf one I'd come to know as home, and for some reason it fit real good like for a third attempt. The camp, the first one, would always be special though, and that was fair enough. It had been the first one I'd known. It had been my first homeoutside of the compound. That alone would cause me to always feel something toward it. This place though, it was my home now. I nested in an out of the way corner of the camp, underneath a small tree, basicly an overglorified bush, that provided shade and some shelter. It was something of a habit that I would never outgrow, to bunk on the edge out of the way.
For days I rose before the sun and trained hard to stay strong for my kind, my pack, the only pack of Falomi, far as cared, in the world. So today I was to rest and allow my body to rebuild and recover. Nimrod's lot, what was left, where not much of a pack to fear, but then again others felt fear alot easier thenI did. But again the way I saw things now, it was much bigger then me, Nimrod, Poochy Know It All, and Mad Dog Bid. I was glad the humans had made me, cuase somebody had to be here to ponder the things I did.
Such was the cluter of my mind as I lay on my belly under my tree. I was ingaged in one of the deepist forms of relaxing I had ever seen. Gnawing. It was taught to me by one of the canines, a wolf, that I'd fallen in with in my absence from this land. It was a complicated task that with time cunsumed all your thought and made even your mind relax. One end of a leg bone from a large game animal was held between my paws as I gnawed the other, focusing on the use of my back teeth to carve markings into the bone. I'd only learned so many of the grand number of markings before returning here but what I knew was enough to keep me busy. It was an odd practice, but then again I wasn't exactly a natural creature so, What I really wanted though was company. I was used to being alone during the middle of the day, as it was now, but never in the camp.
It didn't help that I head droped off the face of the earth for a year and so hardly knew anyone nether.