take me to the creek
11-03-2014, 11:17 PM
A woof would echo off the walls of his den, dragging his eyes open begrudgingly. A shadow stood at the entrance to his den, blocking out the already minimal amounts of sunlight that trickled in. Following the sound, his grandfathers scent would fill his den. A sigh would heave his sides. He was surprised to gone on alone for this long, but he knew that sooner or later he would have to spend time with someone. Russet limbs would pull beneath him, pushing up, bones popping and stiff muscles stretching with protest. Haphazardly he would shake out his pelt, doing little more than ruffling his fur. He was a mess. His pelt was matted and dirty, his eyes dull with lack of sleep, he had lost enough weight that his bones were visible beneath his thick pelt. But he didn't care. With slow movements he would slip from his den, squinting against the harsh rays of the sun he was so unaccustomed to seeing. His gaze remained downcast, his head hung low, his tail doing the same. The sun felt pleasant against his skin, warming the perpetual cold he felt nowadays. He stood silent, his gaze not lifting to meet the man who ripped him from what would have surely been his own private hell. Honestly, he would live here than back in Secretua, he couldn't bare all the sights that wold undoubtedly remind him of his mother and the good times they all shared. Here, he could hide away in his den, lock himself away from the world and avoid all the pain and hurt that seemed to come with living. Speech, |
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