Caught in a Storm
04-18-2013, 12:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-18-2013, 12:58 PM by Domovei.)
The rain was a welcome reprise from the drought that had reeked havoc on the lands of Lentajin. The morning had been peaceful at best, but as the afternoon closed in, the skies became overcast as though the clouds began to huddle together, growing darker by the minute. Without warning, rain began to pour relentlessly to the ground. The gray skies obscured the sun, the land growing eerily dark. Domovei had wandered far from the lands that his Queen had taken him to, pleased at the amount of freedom she had granted him. Though he often preferred to be in her company, satiated by her protection, he also knew his constant presence was unwelcome. Especially as she grew closer to the end of her pregnancy. Small paws carried the frame of a small arctic wolf along the side of a steadily flowing river. His tread was slow and careful as he meandered along, careful to keep his balance. He was unwilling to slip and fall to his death in the rapids. The rain pummeled the ground around him, soaking him to the bone; thin white fur clung pathetically to his frame, causing him to look very much like a drowned rat. His green eyes would peer hopelessly into the distance, searching for whatever might lay before him. The body of water seemed to extend far ahead of him, though the visibility was low, due to the storm. It seemed to have intensified quite dramatically in such a short period of time. He knew he ought to felt shelter, to find somewhere to dry himself and rest until the storm let up, but that was what most creatures were doing. What better time to ensure he was utterly alone in his journey then now? He would not be disturbed, no, most certainly not. The storm intensified as he wandered, thunder rumbling threateningly overhead. The loud rumble would cause him to wince slightly, as though surprised at the intensity of the storm. Occasionally lightning would strike in the far distance, followed by a horrible crack of thunder. Briefly the sky would be illuminated in a brilliant flash of yellow and blue and purple, but it faded as quickly as it came. In a low, sing-song voice, the small brute began to sing under his breath as his eyes followed the stream whose banks he traversed upon. "Dormi, mi fili, dormi... sunt qui dicunt, vitam beatam esse..." His movements would synchronize with his steps, his tail flicking to wag behind him in a child-like motion. "Dicunt, dicant, nesciunt..." A soft laugh escaped his parted jaws, as though the song brought him a strange sort of joy. But the sound was not kind, no; his tones wavered slightly, filled with a strange kind of depravity. "Dormi, mi fili, dormi.... veniet dies quo tibi erit l--" The volume of his strange lullaby had increased considerably, his voice full of sick laughter. But he was cut off as his attention was grabbed, a strange scent reaching his nostrils. Or perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him again? He paused his journey, annoying that his song had been interrupted -- he jerked his body around, nose twitching as he inhaled the scent. It was distinctly female, and came from the direction he had been coming from. Eyes widened as they scanned the distance, his vision clouded by rain that dripped down his face and threatened to flood his eyes. The male nearly slipped as he began to move, a bit too quickly, his paws nearly losing hold of the soaked ground below him. He hadn't expected any other wolves to be out here in the storm, and the possibility that someone was nearby made a scowl turn down the corners of his lips. "Who's there?" He called out loudly, his voice devoid of much emotion, his pitch weak and small compared to most males. He would continue searching for the stranger that either may or may not exist, his slender limbs carrying him quickly into the depths of trees and vegetation that lay near the river. |