These insanities.
03-31-2014, 11:49 PM
The peace of Wolfpaw lake was an essential requirement to the alabaster brute in the aftermath of the changing of the world. He could barely comprehend the changes to the land and earth he had grown to love and know. He could barely understand how it could fall away beneath his paws, as precarious as eggshells to the crushing wave of moving earth. Worst of all had been watching the fate of the young wolf he had come to care for, to vow to protect and yes, even grown an affectionate respect despite his younger age. He had seen the cave crashing in around them and the sight of the younger wolf bleeding and injured, the pain on his face out glowed by his own worry and love for Alpine. It had broken something in his heart that he was still struggling to mend days after the incident. A single paw skimmed across the cool surface of the lake, breaking its perfection with tiny ripples that broke out against his paw and flowed along its surface. It was a cruel irony, that now when he had finally found the time to teach the pup as he had promised him, now that he had gained the acceptance from their Alpha the pups injuries had put him out of commission for a while. The built up frustration inside of him cried out and he whacked his paw heavily at the water, a spray of liquid shooting up around him as he tried to cool his breathing. The feeling of frustration and helplessness burned to be answered inside of him. He breathed, calming himself, and looked down into his reflection. The ugly cut that ran along his forehead was shadowed by the deep colours of bruising. He looked at for a long moment, transfixed with his new injury. He knew it would heal in time, and be nothing but a faded pink scar, but for the moment it was ugly and real and stood out against his pale coat. He shivered and looked away, his head still felt woozy and he had odd, surreal flashes that did not align with reality. They would fade with the injury, they had to. He didn't waste any more time by the cool golden glow of the water, for once he did not find his peace there, but he knew where he would find it. He raised his head and howled, howled for a wolf he barely knew, but one he had a feeling could help him. If Alpine ever felt that sense of helplessness again he knew it would kill him or drive him truly to insanity. He would correct that, and he was counting on the generosity of a stranger to save him. He howled, and his cry called for this wolf, for Friction. "Speech" |