isle of flightless birds
05-15-2014, 11:11 AM
The sun was just beginning to crawl over the horizon, illuminating the brown wolfess as she padded along, meandering across the grounds. Her paws were heavy, dragging against the earth, and hardly lifting properly as she plodded onwards. How long had June been walking? She wasn't totally sure. Time had started blurring together a little, leaving June feeling more confused than ever. She wanted to find Gus, to curl up at his side and let his presence fix everything. But Gus wouldn't be able to fix that fact that Jules was gone too, and that was part of what was driving her to walk until her paws were bleeding. She had always assumed that once she found Gus that they would be together and everything would be okay again, but Jules still wasn't there and she had seen none of her cousins since arriving here - what if they were all dead? Panic. June had to choke it down, biting her tongue to keep the whine from escaping her maw. She just needed to get it together. Jules was just fine, wherever he was, and the rest of her family was too. Obviously, her cousins were okay. They had to be. The world wasn't that cruel. Right? Right. Of course. It was hard to get worked up when she was this exhausted. Suddenly, taking a nap sounded like a great idea. June cast a glance up at the rising sun and breathed a soft sigh, tail flicking wearily. It took her only a few seconds longer to find a suitable place to settle down, and she curled into the smallest ball possible at the base of one of the many trees littering the area, plumy tail wrapping around her body as tightly as it could. Slowly, she let the tension flow from her body and exhaustion claim her mind and within minutes, June was in an uneasy sleep, twitching occasionally as she dozed. "Speech." |
05-15-2014, 06:06 PM