Keep Climbing
03-15-2014, 12:53 PM
Proud legs marched steadily on through the blanket of snow. Hyperion had visited this territory many times before, but for reasons unknown he had returned again. Maybe the frozen winds provided an escape from the heat that plagued the rest of the land. The aged male had begun to lose the thickness of his coat lately, but that kind of heat was still unbearable. He released a tired sigh as his heated golden eyes ascended the slope before him. But the brute knew he couldn't complain. He was in very good health, after all. Most males his age were unable to walk with such firm steps. This unimpressive hill would be enough to turn most of them around. But not Hyperion. There was a flame of dignity in his eyes as he decided to continue on. Why not keep climbing? He always believed that giving less than your best was to sacrifice the gift. If he had been blessed with a long, healthy life, should he not climb every mountain? Imagine the things he would see from the top. The view was always better from the top. Of course, this was no mountain. The gentle slope presented no challenge to his old muscles. He lifted his bulky figure easily to the top, where he stopped to rest for a moment. His gaze moved across the treetops, following the jagged edges that sliced into the sky. He settled into the snow and let himself relax, only tensing when he smelled a new scent on the wind. The smell prickled in his nostrils, causing a hard line to form between his eyes. He hadn't been expecting company today. This area was usually so desolate. Yet here she was. Hyperion refocused his hard, amber gaze and stared at the young female that was heading in his direction. The wind was working in his favor - she hadn't noticed him yet. But she would soon. "Lovely day, isn't it, miss?" He rose to his feet and bent his head in respect, as he always did when encountering a female. Meanwhile, his eyes remained locked on the stranger before him. Her snowy white coat blended in with the icy landscape. Hyperion, on the other hand, stood out horribly. His black fur pierced through the monochromic scene. He shook away the thoughts and straightened his posture, smiling like the gentleman he was. "I hadn't expected to meet anyone here. Certainly a pleasant surprise." "My name is Hyperion. Would you care to give me yours?" "Talk." Think. |