we all float on
06-06-2017, 11:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2017, 01:55 PM by Elias.)
She was the real reason he had so desperately wanted to get a hold of himself, why he was so ravenously hunting for some kind of understanding. It might not make sense to her, since he was her assailant, but that woman was unlike the others. She initially appeared so fragile and gentle, and yet somehow she was now held higher than women he'd met twice her size. Despite what he had done to her, she listened to him that day...
Large paws carried themselves quietly over the same ground they walked upon when Zuriel and Elias last spoke, the only difference was that there were absolutely no signs of her or any other pack members she resided with. It took him a bit of tracking, but tracking and hunting were the only things Elias was certain he was capable of doing without flaws. It did not take him much time to track down Lirim, though now it was a waiting game.
He knew he was not allowed on the territory, he knew that even slight glimpse of himself might cause fear and concern. It wouldn't belong before their strongest were sent out to take care of him. Every scenerio that he played in his head resulted in blood if it started with him crossing that territory marker, so he had to come up with something else.
If he had to guess where he could possibly find Zuriel away from her pack, it had to be while she was searching for herbs found outside of it. Though, how could he possibly know what sort of herbs she needed? It was winter, and although the west is naturally warmer than the north, the selection of herbs that she might need was narrowing down to nothing.
He searched the west, passing over many bushes and roots stuck on saturated ground until he found himself at the shore. There was an island not far from him that he might be able to swim to. If his memory served him right, the last winter was much harsher and they had managed to find prey out on the islands to get by. If prey were surviving there, so could herbs.
The ocean was cold, almost immediately making him want to turn around the moment he walked in. He managed to get in up to his chest while he adjusted to the feeling of the water. It didn't take long for him to realize that standing still in the water was a big mistake, as the blood vacated every limb. He had to keep moving, so without further hesitation he set off with his head above water as best it could. Waves slapped across his scarred muzzle, invading his nose and forcing their way down into his lungs every so often. Dealing with that, and with the freezing water.. he wondered if Zuriel could even make it out here? Perhaps this was a bad idea, but halfway through..? He wasn't going to turn around. He would spend the night on the island if anything.
He could see the shore getting closer and closer as he continued to swim for his life, managing to swim with surprising speed due to his strong muscles and short fur. Unfortunately, the speed was the inevitable problem when he managed to invade a swarm of jellyfish. Before he fully realized what he had done, he could see them all around him. His heart raced on the verge of panic as he prayed for patience, skillfully doing his best to avoid and swim away from each one. It added time on to his already exhausting swim, by the time he got to the shore his muscles were screaming.
The behemoth collapsed right there on the sands of Silver Island, not even able to complete his task of searching for herbs. He had to catch his breath, he had to rest.. though it was in between breaths that he somehow lost his ability to stay awake.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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