Avoiding the Thought
04-10-2013, 07:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2013, 09:59 AM by Epiphron.)
Tall trees hung threatening overhead, shielding the ground from the sun's relentless rays, a thick canopy of budding leaves and young branches. The twigs were rattled the gentle breeze blew across the treetops, rustling in soft defiance at the sudden disturbance. Although the cold still remained, summer had begun to creep into even the north. Despite this, the land had been strangely dry, some areas even suffering from an abnormally intense drought. Even in the forest was there signs of the state of disarray of the land, a small amount of normally flourishing plants wilting pathetically. But the number of decaying plants was so small that if one was not aware if such a thing occurring, they were likely to not notice at all. Still the season was changing, winter slowly disappearing, plants and animals finally coming back to life as the temperature grew warmer and more pleasant. The forest was likely to have a source of water, and one particular wolf was all too aware of that fact. A gentle sound of discomfort would sneak from the ivory-furred creature's throat, a barely audible whine, as tired paws tread across the hardened earth. Never had the canine felt such thirst, the insatiable craving so strong that he swore it was eating him from the inside out. Small cranium was held close to the ground as he wandered aimlessly, painfully aware of the tension building in his muscles. Each step made his head feel light, his mind whirling. Where was Newt, his master, his friend? Her den had been empty upon awakening, and he'd been compelled to find a water source before delirium set in. The scent of another soon reached flaring nostrils. Instinct caused his hackles to raise along his neck and back, teeth bared slightly. His dry tongue would stray over stained fangs, strangely serpent-like as it flicked out of his mouth and over his lips. His skin was dry and the motion was strangely unfulfilling. The sound of a twig snapping then echoed through the serene woods, causing another sound to escape his parched lips -- a whimper, though it was strangely sinister. Green eyes would widen and scan his surroundings as his pace quickened as much as he could bear, desperately searching for the creature who was doubtlessly nearby. She had to know where he could find water! "Show yourself, lupa!" His demand would erupt without warning, his tones quivering and desperate. |