October 18, 2017, 05:27:45 PM
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Gnawing mindlessly at an old bone was not something that Oleander considered to be a fair use of his precious time; but, within the whole eighty-eight square miles of Alteron territory, Ollie failed to find anything else to do on this day. The off-white femur dented between his milk teeth, and the bits that he did manage to chip away were promptly spat into the dead leaf-litter, with more and more agitation behind the action each time it was performed.
Sarissa and Meara were not always subjected to their brother’s company; in fact, he stuck by them far less than the pair stuck by each other. He was kicking himself now for letting them slip away from him. They were probably gallivanting it up somewhere, while he was here, losing his temperamental little mind to the clutches of boredom. Not even this snack helped to curve his souring mood, and the item was soon dropped from his sore jaws and into his meaty paws. Its worth to him bled dry, except for its usage as a currency in Alteron’s system, and he would deposit the item back into his Pa’s care later as it was, after all, the leftovers of a meal that the child had been too young to catch for himself.
His bulky body sprawled out now, beneath the beams of sunlight that dripped in through the old trees, and a sigh whizzed out of his nose. Heavy and restless, just like the rest of him. Yellow eyes stayed open but looked off into an unseen void. His expression was sharp and perhaps filled with an amount of displeasure that was unnerving to see in a boy his age. Yet, he was growing more and more volatile with the passing seconds, and he willed something to happen behind that agitated gaze.
Anything—
However, when he made his silent demand, he’d been hoping for more than what ended up surfacing from the vegetation. The harshness of his features appeared to deflate. Knife-like orbs then became half-lidded and dull, drooping with a newfound lack of vigor.
Sarissa and Meara were not always subjected to their brother’s company; in fact, he stuck by them far less than the pair stuck by each other. He was kicking himself now for letting them slip away from him. They were probably gallivanting it up somewhere, while he was here, losing his temperamental little mind to the clutches of boredom. Not even this snack helped to curve his souring mood, and the item was soon dropped from his sore jaws and into his meaty paws. Its worth to him bled dry, except for its usage as a currency in Alteron’s system, and he would deposit the item back into his Pa’s care later as it was, after all, the leftovers of a meal that the child had been too young to catch for himself.
His bulky body sprawled out now, beneath the beams of sunlight that dripped in through the old trees, and a sigh whizzed out of his nose. Heavy and restless, just like the rest of him. Yellow eyes stayed open but looked off into an unseen void. His expression was sharp and perhaps filled with an amount of displeasure that was unnerving to see in a boy his age. Yet, he was growing more and more volatile with the passing seconds, and he willed something to happen behind that agitated gaze.
Anything—
However, when he made his silent demand, he’d been hoping for more than what ended up surfacing from the vegetation. The harshness of his features appeared to deflate. Knife-like orbs then became half-lidded and dull, drooping with a newfound lack of vigor.