chancer
06-21-2013, 09:57 PM
The sun was high in the sky, offering a decent salvation from the cold of winter. Despite this, everything still seemed more or less abandoned with the season?s grasp. Golden grasses bowed their heads in silent prayer for spring, and the song of birds was absent. With the dying and dormancy of vegetation, the color had been sucked from the scenery to leave behind the blue and white of the sky, and the brown and gold of the dead plants. It was pretty and all, but still dismal. Most life seemed absent, but, if one were to wait long enough and look hard enough, they?d find it, surviving as it always did.
As active as ever, the tiny black wolf was encouraged by the tender rays. Many other animals were drawn out too, albeit more furtively. As he bounded through the grasses, something quickly caught his eye and he came skidding to a halt. With bated breath (as though the current silence mattered when he?d just caused such a clamor running) he stared at the tiny furred animal, several yards away. A little brown rabbit sat, perched on a smooth and medium sized boulder. It basked in the light that poured over it, and looked fitfully unaware. Instantly saliva began to pool in the scrawny beast?s jaws, and they?d unhinge to let his tongue roll free. His eyes did not blink, and he stood still in pure longing for a moment. Then, with a soft inhale, he was off.
Like a little rocket he flew, his body hugging close to the ground as he did so. The rabbit was quick to react and flee, but that did not deter the hungry urchin of a wolf that trailed behind it. His eyes were locked on target, and his tongue flapped out the side of his mouth, streaking the air with saliva. ?Bunny!? he shrieked, ?get in Caesar?s mouth!? Claws tore at the ground, and his tail whipped behind him in the air. He could almost taste the meat and the blood? He wanted it so bad! The want fueled an extra ounce of effort, and shrunken muscles thrust his body forward another stretching leap.
It was to little avail though, for within a second, Caesar caught but a last, fleeting glimpse of the potential dinner vanishing down a hole in the ground a few yards ahead. A furious shriek tore through the air. Caesar did not stop though. He rushed to the hole ? perhaps an abandoned badger den taken over by the rabbits ? and dove in. It was large enough only for his head, but he took no notice. He plunged his face into the darkness and would attempt to thrust himself farther in, screaming the whole time. ?Come back here! You?re Caesar?s dinner!? He only succeeded in wedging his shoulders slightly into the opening, his back feet scrabbling at the earth around. When it became apparent that it was a lost cause, he let out another cry, though this one was of misery. He gave up. But when he tried to pull himself out, he found that he could not. Caesar was stuck with his head in the ground, and his scrawny butt pointed up at the sky, both forepaws awkwardly stuck into the tunnel. He tried again to pull free, but failed. ?Heeeelp!? he yowled, his voice somewhat muffled in the earth.