Against these welcome dreams
04-01-2014, 07:43 PM
Paws cascaded against the ground in a flurry of dust and earth, each push upon the ground set the rhythm and echo to the mottled-brutes heartbeat. A race across the earth of mortality and need was the emotion his dash seemed to extrude, but despite all the madness that drove him forward, there something else, shown by the raised head and a flash of colour in eyes bright, glorious and luminescence in their brilliant tones of jade, a shine that set a glow against a darker coat. It was within these shinning, swirling orbs that one could see an air of excitement and life, a joy to a chase that could not be understood by any but the brute who's paws carried out the beat. Paws landed upon the territory of Alacritis and brought him into the land that part of his family had migrated to. He chased tales and whispers, ideas and possibles that well held no truth held within them a hope he could not deny nor close his mind against. It was for these ideas, these whispers that he brought himself with the joy of speed and abundant recklessness into the lands of Alacritis, into it's midsts and body and beyond until his paws touched the border of its east territories, with no markers to tell him where he had come to. His pace finally slowed, his flanks rising and falling with heavy breath as he paced himself with a slow walk, cooling the fire that touched his veins, and knew he had not run off all the emotions that swirled and lived inside of him. He slowed until his paws had halted against the earth, and the odd shine of his upper-half deepened blue coat seemed to shine against the warmth of the sun, sleek with the effort of his run. He looked about himself now, into the woods, and his nose took to the air. First thing first was finding a wolf, he needed to know the packs that ruled this world if he was to find what he was looking for. WORDS HERE |
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