Tybalt Aetós
The sun shone on another spring day in the Fae Forest. Tybalt moved through an otherwise quiet forest with all the grace of a newborn fawn. The youth was still a few weeks shy of being a yearling, but already, he was tall and lanky, with limbs that looked a little too long, and ivory paws that still appeared a little too big. He was lean, fur unkempt, so that he looked the part of the wild beast that he surely was. His expression was neutral, not happy but not sad, either, as he picked his way through the underbrush in search of small prey to sate his hunger. The shabby state of him suggested that he hadn’t been very successful on the hunt in recent days, nor did he appear interested in caring for his dirty coat.A familiar scent caught his attention, unexpected, and the expression of neutrality melted into a frown on his ebony-masked face. It smelled like… Dad. But it couldn’t be Dad. He had gone down south to the border. Tybalt had crossed the border once before, from Rionna to the Fae Forest - dumb luck had seen him through from one side to the other, when he could have easily been caught. And the boy understood that not everyone was so fortunate in their attempts to cross that invisible line. So the boy was surprised when his sire’s scent seemed so near, and he turned in a big circle to look in every direction for the wolf. Hesitantly, he called out, voice breaking in an awkwardly adolescent fashion: ”Dad? ‘s that you?” Tybalt dreaded to think who else it might be, if it was not the man who had named him lurking near. @Tiberius |
T As the boy's distressed form came into view, he could tell he was not keeping himself well. Possibly not eating enough either. The unkept look of his coat was distressing to him, especially since he was not one to allow himself to ever really get like that. "Tybalt, when was the last time you had a bath?" He stopped walking, carefully applied pressure to his right side, showing that he was completely fine. The scratches across his muzzle were healing, and with time, he would be well once again - ready to face down the bastard soldiers one by one until they were all dead.
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Tybalt Aetós
"I am home, sorry I was late..." That voice, unmistakable, inspired a big, toothy grin. It was him! Tybalt felt a wave of relief, posture relaxing just a little now that he knew he wasn’t in trouble. Tiberius appeared, but the smile that began to cross the boy’s features was stopped dead when he finally got a look at his sire. Dad looked positively dreadful! He walked with a new limp, unsteady and overtly painful. His darkened muzzle was littered with scratches that hadn’t been there before. Tybalt’s mouth fell open with surprise, staring agape at this newly injured version of his father as if he were gazing upon a ghost. The grown-ups voice broke the silence again, inquiring: "Tybalt, when was the last time you had a bath?" But the boy didn’t seem to hear the question as tears welled in his verdant eyes, though there were so many emotions swirling within him, he couldn’t quite decipher what it was that made him want to curl up and cry and cry and cry. But he wasn’t a dumb baby anymore. And he had to show Dad just how good he was, now that the wolf had returned to find him. Tybalt rushed forward, practically throwing himself at Tiberius, not mindful of his own growing size, nor the injuries the other had sustained. ”Dad! What happen’d to ya?” He pulled away to take in the sight of his father, and the urge to cry overwhelmed him. ”Why’d ya go, Dad? I didn’ know if ye’d come back ta me.” Tears streamed down the adolescent’s dark cheeks. He felt like a stupid, helpless child, but he couldn’t seem to help the rush of feelings that escaped now. @Tiberius |
C "Tybalt, try to cheer up kid. I am alive, well, and back home with you. What more could we ask for?" he gave the kid one of his signature smiles. Inside he could feel the pain fighting to break his facade of being just fine. "What have you been up to, other than not taking care of yourself? You look like a bear licked you and left you to die."
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