Post by pokeapache on Mar 20, 2009 20:14:58 GMT -5
The rain crashed down on the lower mountains. Up higher it would be snow still, once could be sure, from how cold the drenching down pour was. It washed away all trace of prey, all scents even. Thunder roared from the heavens, and even though Wynter should have been with the pack… He had wandered off silently to think to himself. Nynx hadn’t been talking to him that much anymore, and he was starting to get worried. As much as he wanted to spend time with her, things seemed to busy for both of them. Nynx was a betess after all, and he had pups to “watch”. Although, the alphess, Mira, seemed strictly against the idea…
The black wolf sat in the downpour, only at the base of the mountains, near where the territory was at an end, near the rivers and waterfalls. He stared up at the dark clouds, his stomach turning with a bit of hunger. He hadn’t eaten in such a long time. It wasn’t that he was starving himself- he forced down a few scraps of “real wolf” prey, a mouse when he could… But it wasn’t nearly the same. His ears lay flattened on his head, like the suppressed grass from the torrent. His big blue eyes blinked often, washing away the wetness as rain hit him everywhere. His nose flared, as looked so glumly to the heavens above. They seemed so angry.
Were the guardians not pleased with him? How was he to know? He sighed, his head tilting down so his brow could keep the rain out of his eyes. He sulked down, sliding to a laying position and placed his head on the muddy earth, placing a filthy paw over his own muzzle. “Guardians, forgive me… it is not my place to doubt your wishes... but why...?” He asked, feeling an immense feeling of dread. He would never leave this place as long as Nynx was here. He had the pups to look after, a hopeful bright future… So why did everything seem so dark now? Why? His tail curled tightly around his flank, as he sunk into submission as if Lucid himself hovered angrily overhead. He whimpered, trying to figure out truth from falsehood. Perhaps he was just depressed because of the weather, or his hunger… Maybe he just needed to hunt. But there ran the risk of being caught… And to be honest, dare he?
It wasn’t right to worry about Nynx or his pack, for any matter. He had to sort himself out if he was to avoid drawing suspicion to himself. Somehow, that seemed a lot harder than it sounded. He took a ragged breath and heaved himself back up onto all fours, keeping his muzzle still low, and he began to walk. He wasn’t sure where, he was staying within the territory… just pacing one way and then another, as if his aimless wandering would find him an answer. But what was he to do? Was there anything one could do in such a predicament? He could try to talk to Nynx… Perhaps. He wasn’t sure at all what he was going to do. He had never loved such a wolf, he never would again. Sadly, he dragged his head up, and tried to figure out where he was in comparison to the pack. Nynx was probably taking shelter from the rain, like most wolves should have done if they didn’t want to get soaking wet. His outstretched his wings, and feeling the drizzle of water down them decided he wasn’t going to be able to fly there. Heaving a heavy sigh, the midnight-black wolf started to trod back to where he should have been.
((WYNTER, YOU HAS SO MUCH MUSSSEEE -snuggles-))
The black wolf sat in the downpour, only at the base of the mountains, near where the territory was at an end, near the rivers and waterfalls. He stared up at the dark clouds, his stomach turning with a bit of hunger. He hadn’t eaten in such a long time. It wasn’t that he was starving himself- he forced down a few scraps of “real wolf” prey, a mouse when he could… But it wasn’t nearly the same. His ears lay flattened on his head, like the suppressed grass from the torrent. His big blue eyes blinked often, washing away the wetness as rain hit him everywhere. His nose flared, as looked so glumly to the heavens above. They seemed so angry.
Were the guardians not pleased with him? How was he to know? He sighed, his head tilting down so his brow could keep the rain out of his eyes. He sulked down, sliding to a laying position and placed his head on the muddy earth, placing a filthy paw over his own muzzle. “Guardians, forgive me… it is not my place to doubt your wishes... but why...?” He asked, feeling an immense feeling of dread. He would never leave this place as long as Nynx was here. He had the pups to look after, a hopeful bright future… So why did everything seem so dark now? Why? His tail curled tightly around his flank, as he sunk into submission as if Lucid himself hovered angrily overhead. He whimpered, trying to figure out truth from falsehood. Perhaps he was just depressed because of the weather, or his hunger… Maybe he just needed to hunt. But there ran the risk of being caught… And to be honest, dare he?
It wasn’t right to worry about Nynx or his pack, for any matter. He had to sort himself out if he was to avoid drawing suspicion to himself. Somehow, that seemed a lot harder than it sounded. He took a ragged breath and heaved himself back up onto all fours, keeping his muzzle still low, and he began to walk. He wasn’t sure where, he was staying within the territory… just pacing one way and then another, as if his aimless wandering would find him an answer. But what was he to do? Was there anything one could do in such a predicament? He could try to talk to Nynx… Perhaps. He wasn’t sure at all what he was going to do. He had never loved such a wolf, he never would again. Sadly, he dragged his head up, and tried to figure out where he was in comparison to the pack. Nynx was probably taking shelter from the rain, like most wolves should have done if they didn’t want to get soaking wet. His outstretched his wings, and feeling the drizzle of water down them decided he wasn’t going to be able to fly there. Heaving a heavy sigh, the midnight-black wolf started to trod back to where he should have been.
((WYNTER, YOU HAS SO MUCH MUSSSEEE -snuggles-))