All That Glitters...
01-10-2014, 11:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2014, 05:49 PM by Drashiel.)
Drashiel had taken to wandering farther and farther from the den site each passing day. He was growing stronger, he could feel it in the strength of his limbs. What once were wobbly and uncertain puppy steps were becoming more confident and sure-footed. Each paw was placed on the ground with purpose. His breath slipped from his maw in a puffy of vapor and he kept along at his steady pace to the west. He was slipping from the main terra into the farther-reaching ones and it made his heart race with excitement. As the sun began to set it cast a soft golden glow on the territories of Glaciem and while the air was cooling quickly Drashiel wasn't the least bit worried. His pack meant safety and security and whenever he'd been in trouble there'd always been someone there to help him? mostly. Drashiel slowed to a stop as he looked out over the horizon. He longed for the day when he could defend himself, he supposed he'd already done a decent enough job taking care of himself. The young brute wasn't overly fond of charity but he wasn't stupid either. The other femmes of the pack had taken care of him well enough. All the same, he longed for the self-sufficiency of adult hood. However? wolves were not really meant to be loners, at least as Drashiel understood. Wolves were always part of a group, part of a pack. How separate from the pack was to far and how much was not enough? Drashiel started moving again, anxious to leave those thoughts behind. It was one thing he hated about being alone. The thoughts, the thoughts, always the thoughts that would mob his mind and grow and feed on each other until they became something he couldn't control, something that willing seeped into the dark recesses in his mind. The light was shimmering up ahead in strange ways that immediately screamed unnatural to Drashiel and he quickly slowed. The boy wasn't sure he believed in spirits or the like but he wasn't fool enough to count out the possiblity. Taking a few ginger steps forward he found himself at the edge of a massive riverbed. Bands of rock in various shades of white and grey swirled and twisted together like the northern lights frozen in stone form. Intertwined within were bands of gold that caught the fading light of the shine and reflected it on the bed walls and the surrounding territory. Carefully?slowly? deliberately... Drashiel reached out a paw to touch the strange surface that didn't seem as if it could be real. |
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