A Whale's Song
06-02-2013, 01:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2013, 10:30 PM by Cherokee.)
The breeze coming in from the ocean had a bite to it, but Cherokee?s winter coat was beginning to grow in, so he didn?t feel the cold as much as he could?ve have if his summer coat was still in. The winds ran their chilly fingers through his lengthening fur, tossing it this way and that, whipping the longer sections around his chest to and fro, giving him a ruffled and disheveled look. The beach was something else. For one it was a bit colder than most places, save the mountains of course, but it was a more bitter cold than in the rocks. The cold here was heavier, more wet than the bone dryness of the peaks. He wasn?t sure which one was worse at the moment, since he didn?t really mind the cold at all to begin with. His gaze drifted to the water for several moments, noticing large gray shapes emerge from the azure depths, launching themselves through the air as if they weighed nothing. Were those the creatures his parents had told him about as a pup? His attention would remain on them for a bit, watching their antics in fascination, the woman sitting at the edge of the water momentarily forgotten. And then a movement in the corner of his eye broke his attention from the leaping beasts of the ocean, his head turning to follow the movement. So his bark had reached the woman. He could see her trying to put him into focus and then she was walking towards him. He felt rude for having caught her attention. She was just sitting out here, enjoying nature and here he was, coming along and breaking her quiet escape. She hadn?t invited him, so what right did he have to intrude on her own time? It was too late now. Her dainty ivory paws carried her closer to him, her sweet melody carrying through the noise of the water to reach his ears, asking him if he was in need of assistance. A smile curled her pretty mouth as she tilted her head questioningly towards him. Did he need help? No. He was perfectly fine. Healthy as can be. Was he lost? No, not really. Just wandering. That didn?t really count. So what did he need help with, if he needed help at all? I didn?t mean to intrude miss, forgive me. I?m in no need of assistance. I?I was just looking for someone to talk to. I understand if you don?t wish for company at the moment. I have no problem leaving the way I came. His voice boomed over the noisy water to reach the young woman?s ears, his own auditory system tipped forward with attention, dual-colored jewels observing the female before him. She was a pure, untainted ivory in color, her own eyes possessing the dual-colored gene, though her colors were of gold and azure. She was a very pretty thing and he wouldn?t be surprised if she already had a mate or even belonged to pack. What wolf in Alacritis didn?t? Cherokee stood quietly before the ivory dame, awaiting her decision about his presence. Talk like this |