Post by Ezio° on Jan 3, 2012 5:44:37 GMT
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/22.jpg] [scrolly:h(275),w(174),sy] OOC//: Just a thread for those who A: Want to meet Hephaestus or B: Want to have just a casual non plot based role-play while making new friends! : D "Speech" Actions 'Thoughts' The quiet snowfall that fell on the ground in the small aclove that Phaes had found away from the water. While the snow falling on the water washing up on shore was beautiful, at the same time, it cast a pit of dread in Hephaestus' stomach. While he'd spent the last three or so years out in the cold during the winters that plagued Hexasol, he had his youth, his strength. But as he got older, he had needed to find a place to enjoy the last of his life in peace. At least for now. When he'd found his way to Lexis, he'd been accepted as an Elder, thankful that he was taken in none the less, it was a realization that his age was definitely catching up with him. Hephaestus hadn't been around here in the Lexis tribe long, most didn't know his name besides the one or two who had learned of him joining. The only Elder. Shame, he had no one to lay in the sun with and gossip with like a true old fart. With a breath, steam oozed from his muzzle, his floppy ears rotating casually as he glanced around the area. It was an active day back at the Junkyard, with the first couple of snowfall, those who needed to hunt got up and went out to make sure they brought something back. Those long lanky legs stretched out in front of him as he shifted to take the pressure off his bad leg. With a grunt, he stretched it out, the slight awkward curve to it being hidden at the angle it rested on the ground. He slowly licked the back of one of his forelegs, examining the water with those casual eyes. He'd never been in a pack, never seen others interact the way that he'd seen this one in such a short amount of time. It'd been a long time since he'd found someone who wasn't trying to use him for an evening meal. He shivered, shaking his head a little as he rubbed his muzzle with the inside of his wrist. "It'll be a cold winter." He commented to himself, his voice low and raspy with age. Foggy eyes scanned the clearing as he leaned over to chew at the bottom of his paw pad. "It already is." He finished off, thumping his tail once as he slowly worked to tuck his feet under him. He tried to stand all at once, a low growl of dicomfort as he settled back down, working up to at least just sit. With his lame leg cockeyed, he shifted to get more comfortable. It'd been quite the walk out of the camp like dens in the Junkyard, and he'd gotten tired as he headed towards the sound of the ocean. He used to come here when he was younger, before the horror started. Before his owner died. Before all of this death happened. Now it was cold and empty. He sighed and chewed at his shoulder casually, pushing himself to those three working legs as he limped carefully towards the water, looking over at the horizon. [/scrolly] |  |
