Ashes Of The Innocent

Just like before, Deacon found himself in a new land that was much different than the ones he'd been in before. Black pelt wet with water, the male dragged himself out of the saltwater, his nostrils flaring as his paws sank into the wet sand that covered the beach. His nails dug into the porous sediment, his hunter green eyes flashing with exhaustion. Audits were pressed firmly against the apex of his cranium, and he swayed slightly where he stood, limbs trembling. Carefully, he strode onto the warm grasses that laid just beyond the beach, his audits coming off his crown, flicking around as he lay upon the strips of emerald foliage, a soft smile on his face as he listened to the raucous cacophony from the birds above his cranium.

He didn't know how long he laid there, but soon, he found himself drifting off to sleep, his body relaxed and content. Of course, he was on alert, but he didn't think he was in any kind of danger. His nose twitched a few times as he drifted off to sleep, his cranium resting on his outstretched forelegs, his wet banner stretched out behind him. He was still wet, but dozing in the hot sun was quickly drying out his wet fur. After about ten minutes, the black male was completely dried out, and he was stretched out on his left side, the white pentagram on full display.

Deacon had already had the swim that he didn't necessarily want, but he wasn't going to complain. It'd felt nice, actually. The pads of his paws were raw from walking and the saltwater had stung the raw patches. But, at the same time, the water cooled off his heated skin, gave him reprieve from the humidity and heat, even if it was a short-lived reprieve.

He felt tons better now.

Twenty minutes in total had passed before Deacon sat up, his audits flicking to and fro, his weight pressed onto his elbows, and his left hip, his crown turning toward the wolf swimming toward him. Green eyes glinted in interest, and he slowly stood to his paws, still partly hidden in tall vegetation, his nostrils flaring, nose twitching as he tried to scent the new wolf. Quietly, he remained hidden, still watching the other male, birds singing out to each other above him in the canopies. He snorted gently before he strode out of the vegetation, ignoring the small bolts of pain that drifted through his paws with each step. After just a few moments, he came to a stop, sitting down on his haunches as he sat upon the grass, just a few strides from the other male. "Hello." He woofed softly, audits perked high atop his cranium.


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