There's a universe inside my head
03-09-2014, 07:43 PM
| Laufey |
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Carrying a stick that was as long as he was, Laufey meandered far behind the rest of his family. Occasionally, when he accidentally let one end dip too far down, the lowered end would get driven into the dirt and the boy would be throw off his paws and onto his face. More than once he'd had to pick himself up, shake out his fur and yank the stick out of the dirt. This, combined with the weight of the stick were the reasons for his lagging. If it weren't for the stick that he insisted on carrying, Laufey would have been running laps around his family. For whatever reason, today he felt particularly wired, like he needed to get as much done as possible. If he were more intuitive, he would have been worried about this feeling, but lacking that intuition, the pup was oblivious. He- BAM! Before he had time to react, the boy found himself on the ground. He blinked, stunned into stillness for a few heartbeats. Beside him the stick stuck in the ground at an angle, trembling with the force of the blow. Finally he gasped as reality crashed down on him and the pain registered. Laufey's eyes watered but he refused to cry, moving instead to stand up and free his branch while the first few drops of blood dripped from his nose. He couldn't cry, wouldn't cry! They'd laugh at him for sure. In the fall his head had gotten twisted to the side, the stick prying his jaws open and scraping his tongue. He'd pitched forward, teeth skinning the branch before being driven off the the side, and cracked his muzzle on the ground. The force slamming his mouth shut on his tongue, further hurting it. A tiny amount of blood stained his lips and nose, but this was the only physical clue that he was hurt. Being excruciatingly careful, the boy once again began to follow his mother. He caught up just in time for Vahva to arrive and the appearance of the blue maned wolf lifted his spirits. His nose hurt and he tasted blood, but he was going to be tough and tough wolves didn't cry. No, tough wolves went on and kept playing so that's what he'd do. Lifting watery eyes to the red-eyed wolf, he dropped the stick and smiled. "Vahva! I brought you a stick," This wasn't entirely true, the stick was for him, but he'd share it with her if she wanted. "Do you want to play with me?" |