This Time There Is Time
07-13-2014, 08:59 PM
The warm waters soaked into the pads of his paws. He didn't like it, but he would get over it. In between his toes felt soggy, only because it was spring and the swamp lands were cooked by the sun. It was mid-day, and the male had only come here for one reason. To find any of his family. Once again he searched the lands, through dangerous terrains, everywhere and anywhere, yadah yadah yadah. It was the same story for him. A scent of his mother, the paw prints of his siblings, the only thing he had ever found was a faint smell of his father lost in the Singing Caverns. But that was long gone. The splashing of his feet had caused multiple birds to rush off into the skies, the sound of their wings fluttering fading into the distance. The boy tried to watch them fly away, but the lack of clouds had made his eyes sting from the sun. His ears would only swing around to hear their whistling, he inhaled the smells of the swamp, finding it more beautiful than disgusting. Walk "Talk" Think |
