Post by Alley on Sept 21, 2010 14:16:27 GMT -5
Quip bicycled his limbs slowly into the air, catching the golden droplets with a effortless laze of moment as they undulated slowly from the haze of shimmering violet encrusted misted that hovers mere metres from half lidded eyes, mouth propped open jauntily to let his slightly pointed tongue loll between his shivering jaws as he gave a low tremor of a laugh. His back moved fluidly, the arched curve coiling backwards to allow a full ripple of movement while he lay prone on the floor of the unknown land, the warm mists of a hallucination obscuring what had appeared to be a frightfully dreary place, a marsh, a bog, a stinking trap for water.
The slow, dark drop brought him back, post-haste. The slow, fat drop making its way down the back of his neck. The slow, wavering droplet of utter slime. Bringing back on its excruciatingly sluggish crawl the facts of the matter.
The last known prey, a scrappy rodent of questionable species, fouled with the mixed cloy of stagnant water had left a tight rumble in the cavernous pit of the wolf’s belly. The aforementioned mulch clinging to ear and every follicle, transforming the usually immaculate cream pelt of the young male into a living, breathing collection of leaf mould and muck. The ache of previously prim and unworked paw pads, those of a nursemaid, in fact, on chilly sludge, cold mush caused by the repeated wrenching of the limbs to escape the worrying slurp of dirt. The surroundings (and now, their true appearance) came into play, neither familiar, nor of a great comfort, to the newly branded ‘wanderer’, the sting of the elder’s paw still taking precedence over any recent misfortune.
A brief shake did nothing to dislodge the filthy detritus, and at long last Quip belonged to the land of the living, in a position to make that all important decision.
Carry on past another borderland, or risk it and hope that within these particular plains lived a race who would take pity upon a walking mound of rotten foliage?
A shivering howl betrayed the frostbitten toes that plagued him now, night and day.
OOC: Hey, I'm Alley, and this is my first 'wolfy' post, and although I'm not completely happy with it, give me a while to get into the swing of it?