Last minute form XD
I would like to adopt!
Number: 29
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Name: Elijah (given name) Faniar (surname)
Species: Wolf/human shapeshifter (which explains why he's spoken of like a human along with the others in the beggining)
Personality: Sociable though usually quiet-spoken, usually sits and observes others, has a bit of a short temper with older people, particularly those who think their age makes them more intelligent, even when it's true.
He finds it extremely hard to stay stationary for any amount of time. So he's always fidgeting in some way, even if it's only his fingers twitching. The more room he is given to move in, the more expressive his movements are.
Likes: Being around Dion, being able to go to bed without being hungry, children
Dislikes: Being alone, being hungry, his recurring nightmares
Background:
The place is silent, but for the whispering of the leaves and the quiet breath of the trees. The boughs waved in silence, almost a warning to me as I sat with my back resting on the rough wall.
The sweet breath of life from my sigh is tossed aside by the cool night air, twisting in the sky before dissappearing into darkness.
Sunlight forced its way through my eylids, illuminating the side of the cot I had slept in, where my foot lazily dangled. I groaned in irritated fatigue, rolling over to my stomach in an attempt to block out the light, trying to catch a glimpse of the dream that had played through my head just a few moments ago, the first good dream in what seemed like a painfully long time.
A while later my foot darted back underneath the light blanket that covered me, and I slowly opened my eyes, grudgingly accepting that recalling the dream would just be a waste of time and energy. However, the sensations still lingered and I fancied I could almost smell the sea as I drifted along, mist lightly brushing it's cold fingers against my face.
Finally gathering the willpower to get up, I turned again and slid from the low-to-the-floor cot, quickly pulling my loose grey shirt over my head. By the time I was fully dressed, more rays of light had begun to spread through both the window and the hole in the roof, and the near-empty room became more visible.
It was close to bare. The cot where he slept, little more than a pile of weathered fabric, and a large piece of fabric which had once been the grey cloak of a grown man and was now the hole-ridden blanket of the young adolescent. The rest of the room was bare of furniture of any sort, filled only with debris fallen from the rooftop. It rained in, at times, but in honesty I didn't mind too terribly much. Half a roof over your head was better than none, after all.
My bare feet stepping through the door, I went from the small place that I had called home for the last year and out to the sun-warmed city streets, and a slight smile graced my face at what I saw.
The mud splashed nearly several meters as the children of the village threw themselves into the large mud hole in the outskirts of the small town, which had been formed by the big rains of the last several days. The sun was shining with its whole might today, warming the youth's skin. Shreaking in laughter, the threw clumps of dirt at each other between dodging the same missiles thrown at them, laughing happily the whole while.
Soon I couldn't even recognize their faces under the thick brown mass, which had already dried slightly in the sun. I laughed at the antics of the children, amused. It was impossible to deny that I loved children.
In the middle of this scene was a boy named Cojak, young but still almost my own age, and I winced as the thought made it painfully obvious how few in my years I was. The boy was skinny as a toothpick, matted black hair impossible to see under the mud that covered him completely. He was struggling with another boy, slightly older. Despite his frail build, he wasn't as weak as he looked. And where he lacked in strength he made up for in fierce determination. But the other boy was strong too, and he seemed to have decided that a method of nothing but flailing limbs and flying mud would give him an upper hand in their playful wrestling.
I caught Cojak's eye when his head turned in my direction for just a split second, and the boy twisted to avoid the others, scrambled out of the mudhole, and ran towards me. Grinning, his flashing white teeth shown out brightly against the dark mud covering him. Shaking dirt off of one hand, he wiped more from his face. Finally able to see properly, he spoke a plain, informal greeting.
" 'Ello, Elijah."
I smiled. "Hello there, Cojak. I don't mean to be blunt, but do you have any idea where your brother is?"
I had looked for the young man for most of the afternoon the day before, and couldn't find him. Figuring that his twin brother would certainly know where he was, I finally went to Cojak.
"Aye." He jerked with his head. "The other side of town. Went yesterday morn', can't say I've seen him since."
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He had the look of a trouble maker, with his bright eyes and impish smile framed by dark hair that was mostly contained by a ratty bandana, light against his dark skin.
A picture you drew: Can't draw a good one with so little time, I'm afraid ^^;
I apologize for the short and crappy form. Writer's block DX
by Desmond » Sat May 15, 2010 8:15 am 
