Gone to the Birds
02-22-2015, 08:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2015, 08:42 AM by Mithras.)
Mithras lay on the valley floor. The shore was comprised of smooth boulders and jagged debris, and he had found a slab large enough to sun himself on. Perhaps not the most efficient use of time for a warm blooded creature, but he enjoyed it all the same. Far out over the surface of the inlet an osprey was hunting for fish. He say the bird dive into the water and come up empty time and time again. "Nekvalitetna kopile. Znam kako se čuvstvuva..." Well, not the fish necessarily. He had caught a fat brown trout earlier that morning and stuffed himself silly, but the trying and trying and coming up empty. Just for good measure he tipped his head back and howled out for his sister, hoping that finally she might be within range to hear him. His throat was beginning to get sore, his voice raspy, from the abuse he'd been subjecting it to. The massive brute lays his head down upon his paws, looking out over the water and trying not to get his hopes up that Caia would come careening down the mountain side. "Talk" "You" Think |
