Cold Air
06-19-2014, 06:10 PM
A multi-colored creature ventured his way out of his land and down eastward. Though he had roamed the lands of Alacritia for well over a year, this had been his first time out of the pack and the first time he had come this far east. He was going out on a hunting run for some game that wasn't running about the lands of Tortuga and he gone way too far out. But no matter, he would just grab something on the way back home. The lands started bursting out stone, uniquely shaped into different forms and sizes. Before he knew it, the male had walked uphill to the start of a rocky slope towards the sky. The male paused and gave a smell to the air before lowering his head and relaxing his ears to step forward and discover what could be at the top of the slope. Light started to dim as night drew near, but the farther the brute made his way up the wide trial, the slower night came. He seemed to follow the sun up as it floated down. He came to a break in the trail, a part of the cliff that stared downward at death. The male hung his head over the edge at the ocean deep below him, the crashing sound of water hitting the many rocks that scattered the bottom. He wasn't even near the top of the cliff, but he wanted to know where the trail would take him. Would he even dare to continue his way to the peak? He stood there a few moments, staring at the fired sun as it's red waves struck the ocean in a reflection. His rump hit the ground, he knew he shouldn't wait until dark to climb the slope, but he wanted to take this moment in. Tortuga didn't have a view like this, and even though the sun still wasn't touching the horizon, he could sit there for hours until it did. Walk "Talk" Think |
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