Curiosity Killed the Cat, but Not the Wolf
11-03-2013, 06:39 AM
The drumming of hooves and the pounding of his own heart would spur the warrior forward. He didn't want to get trampled on, and he certainly didn't want the girl upon his back to meet that fate either. His adrenaline pumped him forward, senses alert and frantic as he tried to figure out what to do. He couldn't run forever, even with his stamina from his excelled tracking jobs, he too had a limit. Especially on hills where the ground sloped and rose. His legs burned with the exertion of trying to keep them ahead, and at time he swore he felt hot breath upon his tail but he dared not look back. A cry from his back alerted him, and he briefly flicked his ears back to catch the girls words, his head turning slightly to glance at the speaker before turning forward again. His tongue hung out, his body feeling heated from the energy spent in running. He glanced towards his right where the girl told him about the trees, and sure enough there was a cluster of trees that would provide some cover. He redirected himself, keeping at an angle so as not to run directly in the path of the oncoming stampede that drew near. His legs would move faster as he pumped himself harder to get into the trees and get some leeway between him and the herd. He hoped they would continue straight on, but as it was they seemed to want to get rid of the threat that had panicked them in the first place, and so they too would alter their course and follow him. Running headlong into the trees, he would swerve past the ones standing in his way, careful not to move too abruptly for fear of the girl falling off his back. He searched desperately for an escape, a plan, an idea to get something in between him and the raging herd. He moved swiftly, looking back to see the herd slowing some and somewhat scattering, but they still seemed determined to keep on his trail. Glancing around, he saw a hollow log and so he would change his course again. Swiftly, he would lower his body and dive into the log, careful not to smack his passenger into the log and leave her outside. That would not sit well for either party. He crouched, his body lowered as much as he could so she could have room to get off or move, though his body language told her to be quiet in the mean time. Outside, he saw hooves and many pairs of legs raging and racing outside, some of the herd moving ahead while others, the bulls he guessed, were circling and trying to find their predatory prey. He held his breath, hoping that they wouldn't make an attempt to investigate the log with sharpened horns...and to his relief, they would give up their search and move on. The echoing of their hooves moving off in the distance. Releasing a breath, he would remain where he was. Happy that he was alive and forgetting for a moment about his rescued passenger. "That was close..." he breathed, placing his head on his paws to catch his breath as his chest heaved with the effort of running and holding his breath. His lungs burned, his legs burned, and just about everything in his core burned...never had he run so fast, and he was sure that it wouldn't be the last time. Speech Thought Others |
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