feralatheart (feralatheart) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-10-26 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | wild child, x-23 |
That was the trouble with instincts
Who: Wild Child, open to Bones
What: Trespassing in the Haven is a bad idea
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Woods near the Haven parameter
Warnings: Language, violence, etc
It was a beautiful evening, and Kyle was out enjoying as the day turned to night. He was quite carefree, clad in rather ragged jeans and a muscle shirt, his clawed feet bare and his long hair flying freely as he ran. He moved with grace, his footing sure as he seemed to be guided through the trees by some invisible force. He had no real place to go, yet he sprinted to it with all the speed his lean, agile body provided, and that was quite fast indeed. Running, climbing and jumping did him a world of good, he had an eternal restlessness, a feral energy that simply would not quit most of the time. When he at last found himself lightly winded on two legs, he dropped down to four. It really should not have been possible for someone with such human anatomy to bound along with grace nearing that of a deer, and yet the wild, furry youth with ridiculously large hands and feet managed it.
The wall around the Haven came closing upon him faster than Kyle would have liked, and the wild man gave a low grunt of annoyance at it. It was quite the distance from the Haven to here, and still not nearly enough to wear him out. Rather than stop and turn around, Gibney slowed just enough to get his footing, then launched himself into the air. Arms outstretched, his claws snagged an overhead tree branch and he hauled himself upon it in a rather impressive display of upper body strength. Settling into a crouch near the trunk, Kyle sniffed at the air and peered at the surrounding area. His blue eyes were half lidded, a toothy, pleased grin settled across his face as he drank in the sounds of nature all around him. Logan was meticulous about keeping the trees properly trimmed at the wall and any rubbish around security cameras removed, so it looked quite pristine in this area. Why had he wanted to some out here? Kyle scratched absently at his chin as he pondered the question. That was the trouble with having instincts as strong as most ferals did, sometimes you had do to something, only to get it done and wonder why you did it in the first place.