The howling
07-18-2013, 07:33 AM
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross in island Cross collapsed as soon as his paws felt ground again. His yellow muzzle splashed in the water and staid there until he finally managed the strength to lift it. Dang. That was he called a swim. The boy didn't make any attempt to stand, he just let the churn of the waves slowly roll his soggy butt to the shore line. Once there he remained panting and heaving, and even wretched a bit of salt water. He never complained though. He'd followed Awaken all the way from Mt. Volkan - not quite as daunting as it might have been, considering the boy's prior trip to Seracia. Hard pace, rough terrain, long marches, and he never voiced a word of complaint. Never voiced a word at all in fact. He wasn't a shell shocked baby anymore, but he was maturing into a very solemn, silent wolf. This swim though, had him panting loud enough to scare the fish. Awaken moved onward and Cross was so numb he barely noticed. But all the better if one of them was still able to function. Cross was bigger and more clear-headed than any wolf his age had a right to be, but he was ten months old. That water had been amazing! Beautiful! Exhilarating! But it any more of it would've killed him. Eventually he rolled over on his back, pressing his black namesake into the damp, pebble dotted sand. He slowly realized that he was in the shade. The canopy of a forest unlike any he'd ever seen was leaning out over the beach and sheltering him from the sun. Quiet or no, Cross could still look with wonder upon sights such as this. The boy found his feet, and, chin tilted upwards, starting climbing up the little beach towards the tree line. This was incredible! The trailing vines, the dozens of different flowers, the foreign scents, the red and blue feathered bird winging by, the deep, impenetrable green of the world ahead-! ...The log of bleached driftwood that he went sprawling over. ...Yeah... He was gonna need a little more time to rest before he started exploring. . . . When Cross did finally get up and start trotting through the woods, he fell upon the trail of an adult wolf, but it wasn't Awaken. Clear cut eyes narrowed into Emerald slits, and black hackles raised slightly above overdeveloped shoulders. Someone, maybe even someones were on this island. Cross padded forward, black paws dipping quietly into the mixture of sand, soil and leaf litter. Strange bird calls sounded high above his ears, a low, almost screeching trill rang out somewhere. Cross was in uncharted territory and he was dripping wet with salt water. Not a good mix to expect pleasantries from. As Cross pushed past a tangle of orange flowered vines, he caught sight of the stranger - a pale coated she wolf searching about for prey. Cross eased his hackles down but remain totally on his guard, waiting for the fae to realize that she was no longer on her own I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |
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