03-31-2014, 12:54 PM
He doesn't look like very much at first glance. He has a full beard and the hair on the top of his head is too long while the sides are very short. Big boots are scuffed up and worn out and loosely laced, while his shirt is just a white thermal. Tattoos cover the tops of his hands and knuckles and he smells like the city smells with the strength of his own scent woven in with it.
Who's he? He came with Sora and his name's North, though that doesn't sound very much like a name. What is he? Bone Gnawer, word has it. Some full moon who blew in with the westerly wind. His skin is California tan but there's a Nordic look about him that isn't easily shaken. Are you sure he's a Bone Gnawer? The answer is almost always yes. What's he want? This question is often asked when he sits near the base of the Veteran's perch in a state of silent commune. Sometimes he talks and glimpses of those one sided conversations are filled with stories about family and love and war. But that doesn't answer the question of what he wants. That answer isn't likely found when the Ahroun is sitting alongside the Veteran either silent or whispering.
It's only when they see him with Sora that the answer becomes a little more apparent. He is attentive and easily falls into her rhythm, her words always find his ear and when they run together it's with the promise of something more. What's he want? A pack, many might answer.
And chances are, they'd be right.
What's he got to offer? Folks might ask, sizing up his lean frame. And it's true, he has very little to give other than his body as a weapon to protect and guard and be vigilant. He does all of these things without request or question but now and then he brings in little items for the dorm areas too. One time it's a bulk box of snack pack pudding cups in varying flavours. Another it's a couple of cubes of Pepsi or Coke or Mountain Dew. He doesn't put down anywhere that he's responsible for them, just sits them in the kitchen area in an appropriate place.
Eventually and hopefully, the who and what and where and why stop mattering as it becomes obvious that the only thing beyond pack that the bearded Cliath wants is a place to call home.
Who's he? He came with Sora and his name's North, though that doesn't sound very much like a name. What is he? Bone Gnawer, word has it. Some full moon who blew in with the westerly wind. His skin is California tan but there's a Nordic look about him that isn't easily shaken. Are you sure he's a Bone Gnawer? The answer is almost always yes. What's he want? This question is often asked when he sits near the base of the Veteran's perch in a state of silent commune. Sometimes he talks and glimpses of those one sided conversations are filled with stories about family and love and war. But that doesn't answer the question of what he wants. That answer isn't likely found when the Ahroun is sitting alongside the Veteran either silent or whispering.
It's only when they see him with Sora that the answer becomes a little more apparent. He is attentive and easily falls into her rhythm, her words always find his ear and when they run together it's with the promise of something more. What's he want? A pack, many might answer.
And chances are, they'd be right.
What's he got to offer? Folks might ask, sizing up his lean frame. And it's true, he has very little to give other than his body as a weapon to protect and guard and be vigilant. He does all of these things without request or question but now and then he brings in little items for the dorm areas too. One time it's a bulk box of snack pack pudding cups in varying flavours. Another it's a couple of cubes of Pepsi or Coke or Mountain Dew. He doesn't put down anywhere that he's responsible for them, just sits them in the kitchen area in an appropriate place.
Eventually and hopefully, the who and what and where and why stop mattering as it becomes obvious that the only thing beyond pack that the bearded Cliath wants is a place to call home.