Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall
04-23-2019, 10:49 AM
Kai, in some ways, had changed. The shift in the seasons seemed to bring about a change in himself - though he'd always been content to roam freely and without anything to guide him, lately he couldn't help the feeling that things felt.. lacking. He wanted more. Not in the typical ways wolves might want more. He had no desire to settle down, no real pull to start a family as his father had with him, no real need to seek fame nor fortune. But he remembered the thrill he'd felt coursing through his veins when he'd raced down Mount Volkan, slipping over unstable rocks; or the soar of adrenaline he felt perched at the edge of the cliffs to the far eastern coast of Boreas. Perhaps it was the growth of the tusks that sprouted from his upper jaw, just a few seasons ago, that made him feel a newfound veneration for life and his family's way of living. If he was going to live, goddamnit it he was going to live to the fullest. No more playing it safe. That was why he currently hovered near the top of the falls. He'd made the laborious journey up the steep forest slope earlier and he'd spent a good portion of the evening scouting out the surrounding woodland. Only when the sun began to set did he make his way back to the peak of the falls, letting his paws fall over the edge as he watched the glorious sunset. The spectacle was breathtaking, and he spent a long while admiring the way the colors shifted drastically as the sun sunk below the horizon. Before long darkness fell over the falls, though the moonlight illuminated his surroundings wonderfully. It was a shame he couldn't plunge straight down into the deepest pool at the base of the falls, but instead these falls were broken up into staggered pools that lent themselves more to peaceful swimming than to cliff-diving. But the thought lingered for just a moment longer before he decided on another foolish plan - sliding down the falls! At least where the water ran freely over the rocks, of course, not all the way down them. Squinting as he stood and judged the descent, he navigated a few meters down and dipped a single paw in the cool water of the spring. Without thinking much longer, he propelled himself forward, gliding quite awkwardly on his stomach over the smooth rocks, though he hadn't anticipated the slight drop that followed as he was sent sprawling into a small pool of water below the ledge he'd been sliding down. He landed with a thud, slamming one of his forepaws against the rock, and let out a loud grunt of frustration at the sharp pain that sprouted through his limb. The injury was minor at best, but it still caught him off guard as he clambered to all fours in the small pool and shook the frigid water from his pelt. Well, he thought to himself with a faint grin. That's one way of feeling alive. There were doubtlessly much better ways of going about it, but hey, this was a start! |
