Nothing Left To Fear
10-14-2013, 06:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2013, 06:47 PM by Dexter.)
Outside everything was fine, but inside his head there was a tsunami. There were days where he was numb, completely immune to what he tried to understand. Some days, like today, he didn't even bother, only focused on the whirlwind and the road ahead. Expert paws near silently stepped through the wasteland of dead leaves and snow, Those bright tidal pools that burned emptily from the large cavern. Erect ears twitched at the occasional sound that echoed through the willow's, he could smell the scents of other wolves that had traveled through here, picking out each and every one, keeping himself particularly busy trying to decipher the older one's, almost as if he were playing a game to keep himself in shape.
He did have to admit there was a sense of beauty dancing along the dead branches, it seemed to calm the fight that raged in his cranium. Dexter fluffed out his fur as brute walked out towards nowhere, as he continued on his travel he caught the whiff of somebody recent, he noticed paw prints and went into stealth mode, it was about damn time he do something fun. He was silent now, each step slow and calculated, his breathing was level and soft, everything was as it sound be, and he neared his victim, but as those pool's splashed over her, he stopped.
He righted himself and stood, standing behind the small lady, just observing her for a second, whether or not she knew he was there, tilting his head the ash dusted man felt a small smile creep over his maw as he softly spoke to the girl, his tone gentle and warm, though feeling nothing, he felt a tiny twitch that almost felt like sincerity. Hello there... What're you doing here... All alone out here?
He did have to admit there was a sense of beauty dancing along the dead branches, it seemed to calm the fight that raged in his cranium. Dexter fluffed out his fur as brute walked out towards nowhere, as he continued on his travel he caught the whiff of somebody recent, he noticed paw prints and went into stealth mode, it was about damn time he do something fun. He was silent now, each step slow and calculated, his breathing was level and soft, everything was as it sound be, and he neared his victim, but as those pool's splashed over her, he stopped.
He righted himself and stood, standing behind the small lady, just observing her for a second, whether or not she knew he was there, tilting his head the ash dusted man felt a small smile creep over his maw as he softly spoke to the girl, his tone gentle and warm, though feeling nothing, he felt a tiny twitch that almost felt like sincerity. Hello there... What're you doing here... All alone out here?