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Posted on June 19, 2010 at 01:11:42 AM by Flynn & Denahi
Flynn picked up a handful of the small rounded pebbles from the floor by his feet, his brows furrowed in thought. He looked out over the waters, which looked dark and angry beneath the influence of the heavily clouded sky, rolling one of the stones between his forefinger and thumb. The boy smiled as he felt his familiar’s furry muzzle brush against his other hand, and moved his fingers to scratch behind the husky’s ears. Blue eyes returned to the flood waters, taking a single step backwards and throwing the pebble over arm, tracing its progress through the air until it submerged itself with a splash. The boy smiled lightly to himself as he extended his free hand out towards the water and watched as a small column of the dark liquid raised itself from the water, carrying the pebble towards him. As it reached the land Flynn flicked his wrist, and the column of water powered the pebble into the air and the boy caught it, slipping it into the pocket of his jeans. He had reached that age when he had started working out who he was, just a couple of years off adolescence, his personality was becoming more obvious than when he was younger. He had an innate kindness and naturally gentle nature. This was balanced by an independence of thought and a great love of poetry, which he had even started to write for himself. Flynn had helped to look after his younger siblings since the curses had started and because of this he had a distinct sense of responsibility and duty, a thing which often conflicted with the pull towards adventure he often experienced, especially during the night when he could see the moon, he had always felt a certain attachment to it. He sat down on the nearby rock, its top flattened by the mass of water which had, until recently been pressing down upon it, crossing his legs as his familiar jumped to beside him. Flynn’s fingers curled around his converse-trainers, gaze removing itself from the dark waves and up towards the sky. The pale face of the moon was almost entirely hidden from view by the mass of clouds, which had successfully obscured the stars. The boy sighed, running his other hand through his thick black hair, wondering to himself what else was out there. What was out in the world beyond the castle and the Labyrinth, how far could you go before you were in Shaman no longer, and when would he be able to break the monotony of his current existence, a boring pattern of sleep and watching the twins to keep them out of mischief. Denahi whined softly, tilting his own muzzle up towards the moon and releasing a howl, Flynn glanced sideways at him before breaking out into a grin. Placing a hand either side of his mouth, the boy let out his own howl, whilst the young husky wagged his tail enthusiastically, until the pair were howling in unison. Flynn loved his family, really he did, but there was something freeing about behind away from them, about them not knowing where he was or how to find him and as the pair fell silent once more, the boy’s blue eyes flickered upwards to settle upon the moon once more. Show me what its like to dream in black and white |
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- arrghh me matey, give me all yer booty! - By a e r o n June 19, 2010 at 01:53:03 AM
- Show me what its like... - By Flynn & Denahi June 19, 2010 at 02:44:47 AM
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