TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge
11-26-2014, 01:49 PM
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How long had he been here? How long had he been standing here alone staring at the blood spattered snow before him without scarcely blinking or breathing it seemed. Every so often his breath would escape in a heavy cloud, silent as he stared relentlessly. He had traveled away from the pack today, had traveled to the massive battlefield that he had been frequenting probably far too often. How long had he been? He felt lost. He was loosing track of time, loosing track of himself. How long had it been since he had charged to battle on the wings of war, how long had it been since his heart had pumped adrenaline through his veins… How long was too long? A tremor rippled through his body, flesh trembling above tense muscles. Neck would arch, muscles flexing as he exhaled heavily, trying to expel some of the tension that was slowly eating away at his insides. It didn’t help. Muscles would continue to knot and coil, remaining tensed and rigid even as one massive paw would lift only to lower and dig a trench through the snow covered earth. Body would tremble with the shock of the impact but muscles refused to release. He needed release. Skull would toss savagely to the sky, eyes wide and wild as they rolled in their socket. How long! Another tremor would ripple through him, forcing him into motion. There was no path to follow here, massive pillars plowing through the light dusting of snow that had fallen here in the past few days. He loved the cold, it made him feel alive, it made him feel as though his skin was a being of it’s own. It centered him, it grounded him and he found that even in his wildest moments it made him focus a bit more then normal temperatures. Hot breath would billow from parted jaws as he exhaled heavily and shook his head. Eyes were wild as he finally allowed gaze to slip and slither over the rest of his surroundings, was it time to return home? No, he had made a promise, had promised his wife one thing. Revenge. The knowledge hung heavily in the air, weighted heavily on his shoulders as he moved without knowing towards the center of the battlefield. He would arrive promptly and slowly skull would tip back, a lazy challenge flowing from his lips calling for one wolf. Crucifix. WORDS HERE |
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