Strange birds (c)
Mar 1, 2015 2:16:50 GMT -5
Post by East on Mar 1, 2015 2:16:50 GMT -5
LITTLE GHOST, YOU ARE LISTENING
His mother was away, his brothers were working and so was Erebus, or so he'd been told. Jonah was left to his own devices for the day, which meant finding some corner in the mansion to crush his lanky form into until one of them returned, or go wait for Bane at the jail. His routine had been threatened by the Sheriff so he would bury his head deeper into what he'd come to depend upon. It was safe, consistent.
The boy had been tempted to seek out Vandraren, but his anxiety reigned victorious over the decision. Jonah mentally rallied excuse after crippling excuse (he doesn't really like you, why would he? Why would anyone? You'd be wasting his time, he has better things to do than talk to you) until he was wholly put off the idea. To the corner he would go. Or maybe under a bed, it was peaceful under there. In the suppressed light he felt far away from it all and he allowed his thoughts to drift along, unburdened for a little awhile.
The Saluki mutt padded silently down a hallway on the second floor, hunched down as he pressed along its wall to make himself as unnoticeable as possible. Jonah would seek out one of the farthest rooms for optimal solitude, something harder to find in winter when more dogs frequented the mansion. His gaze fixed on his paws until the rattle of a rock hitting and rolling across the wooden floor through an open door drew it up with a look of extreme concern, coming to a stop. The golden male glanced around quickly, waited a few more seconds before continuing tentatively forward.
As he reached the doorway he turned his dark muzzle to look in, too curious to resist. But he was horrified to find a female looking out of the door, which meant at him, and Jonah looked away quickly. His eyes then trailed around, up and down, as if he'd simply been generally glancing around and had somehow missed the other dog (even though he'd looked directly at her) and continued to walk forward to pass the room, trying to do so nonchalantly as his heart hammered in his chest and his fluffy ears pressed back against the sides of his head.
UNLIKE MOST YOU DON'T MISS A THING