Lost In Time & In My Mind
02-08-2014, 03:53 AM
| Drake |
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Lids would slowly begin to drift closed, the familiar pull of depression tugging at his mind. The prey was right there, and yet he had no desire to go after them. Perhaps he was meant to die, what did he have to live for anyway? His little sister was lost, his brother hated him, he had no pack, no love, nothing. He was alone in the world, and he routed anything would change that. Black tipped head slowly shifted off his forelegs, jaw resting lightly on the ground underneath him. It was to be a peaceful sleep, yet at the same time bringing about the uneasy dreams his mind would conjure for him. And just as the male was about to fall into uneasy rest, a sound broke through his fitful peace. A howl, though none he had heard before. It jerked him awake, bringing him to awareness of his surroundings. Aqua eyes searching in alarm for the cry, and soon he would see the body of a prey animal on the ground, the small herd that had been there moments before scattered and gone. Who had done that? Uneasiness settled into his belly, the boy hesitantly rose to investigate. He moved forward quietly and carefully, unwilling to get into a confrontation of any sort, and should trouble decide to strike he would leave. The smell of blood tainted his nostrils, and it was clear to him something had taken down the deer that had been with the small heard. As he approached, he would see a female as black as night digging into her freshly caught meal. He wondered why she was out here, but then again it was free lands. Anyone could be out here and he wouldn't care. But then, something would begin to alarm him. Her scent...it was familiar...Drake traced the scent back to his memories, trying to recall where he had scented it from before. And then it hit. She carried the stench of Glaciem! The pack that had stolen Liberty all for a false security of pride and ego. Pathetic, he felt he would never be able to associate himself with one. They were all the same. Instantly, ears fell back against his head and his stance became wary. The male pushed back any emotion within his voice and eyes, unwilling to spill anything to this enemy. He would remain on the defensive...because to him, these creatures could not be trusted. "Who are you and what are you doing so far south, ice wolf." He asked her, though it came out as more demanding. His tone was unkind, as he was untrusting of this Northern enemy. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |