Emptiness
06-07-2014, 03:51 PM
The man streaked across the grass, his shadow outlined against the green. The sun was rising fast, and he would not want to waste such valuable daylight. He was on a quest, an adventure, a mission. Many words could describe what he was doing or where he was going, but Dusk kept to the simplest answer. Freedom. It had been a word he had grown to. He never knew what it was as a pup, or what it meant. He never experienced freedom. Rather the opposite. Rather betrayal. But his left behind life is gone forever, surely shattered by his emotions and feelings. But they were memories. What can erase memories? That, he did not know. But all that was left beside the creeping thoughts, was his emptiness.
A day was dawning, grass was waking up with him. He came across flowers here and there, but he wasn't one who wastes time to smell the roses. Bees were buzzing, dragonflies and butterflies dancing with speed and color. They seemed so free and peaceful. Dew clung to every stem of grass, only to find his paws wet every time he took a step. A chill passed through him, oh how he hated the winter wind, and the thawing snow was probably what caused his wet feet. But he wasn't one to argue with nature, he was alive and well, that was all that mattered. There were more things that mattered to him, but those things were far out of reach, and he could only pray they were safe and well.
He really could get lost in these vast plains, how empty they seemed. No other wolves were in sight, it was just Dusk, and his thoughts. His belly growled with hunger. He sent an urgent message to his hunger. He had eaten the night before, surely he couldn't be craving again for food?
But when he stopped to think, he remembered his thirst. He had a sudden urge to plunge into a creek. Picking up his speed he panted across the plains, hoping to find a creek to fulfill his quench. Feasting his eyes on a medium sized stream, he plunged into the water. The icy water chills him up to his spine, what a fool he was. Taking a sip, his ears pricked. Had someone seen his pup-like acts?
A day was dawning, grass was waking up with him. He came across flowers here and there, but he wasn't one who wastes time to smell the roses. Bees were buzzing, dragonflies and butterflies dancing with speed and color. They seemed so free and peaceful. Dew clung to every stem of grass, only to find his paws wet every time he took a step. A chill passed through him, oh how he hated the winter wind, and the thawing snow was probably what caused his wet feet. But he wasn't one to argue with nature, he was alive and well, that was all that mattered. There were more things that mattered to him, but those things were far out of reach, and he could only pray they were safe and well.
He really could get lost in these vast plains, how empty they seemed. No other wolves were in sight, it was just Dusk, and his thoughts. His belly growled with hunger. He sent an urgent message to his hunger. He had eaten the night before, surely he couldn't be craving again for food?
But when he stopped to think, he remembered his thirst. He had a sudden urge to plunge into a creek. Picking up his speed he panted across the plains, hoping to find a creek to fulfill his quench. Feasting his eyes on a medium sized stream, he plunged into the water. The icy water chills him up to his spine, what a fool he was. Taking a sip, his ears pricked. Had someone seen his pup-like acts?