Funtymes
04-25-2014, 05:00 PM
So her mother was gone. So what? SHE certainly didn't care. Okay, that was a lie and she knew it, but it hurt less to deny it. Esti was getting better at pushing painful things aside, or maybe she was just beginning to forget. It didn't really matter which to her as long as she could be happy in the moment.
Speaking of the moment, Esti ran through the willows mindlessly, the branches whipping my her face and bouncing off her fur. The weather was getting cooler lately. Cooler weather meant more running. Esti was good at running. In her mind, she was the fastest in the world. No wolf was as fast as her. They would all bow down at her and ask if they could run by her side. She would lay in dens coated with grasses and pelts made by her fans after a hard day of running. They would all watch in amazement at her skill, for she was Esti Kigu, the best runner in the whole world. The pup bounded around, her tongue lolling out of her maw as her breaths came in heavy gulps that were just a beat off from her running stride. When running in a straight line got boring, Esti would choose a tree and try to turn around it sharp enough to hear her paw steps echo off the trunk, the lengthy branches shushing her belligerent behavior while the imaginary wolves in her head cheered her on.
Speaking of the moment, Esti ran through the willows mindlessly, the branches whipping my her face and bouncing off her fur. The weather was getting cooler lately. Cooler weather meant more running. Esti was good at running. In her mind, she was the fastest in the world. No wolf was as fast as her. They would all bow down at her and ask if they could run by her side. She would lay in dens coated with grasses and pelts made by her fans after a hard day of running. They would all watch in amazement at her skill, for she was Esti Kigu, the best runner in the whole world. The pup bounded around, her tongue lolling out of her maw as her breaths came in heavy gulps that were just a beat off from her running stride. When running in a straight line got boring, Esti would choose a tree and try to turn around it sharp enough to hear her paw steps echo off the trunk, the lengthy branches shushing her belligerent behavior while the imaginary wolves in her head cheered her on.
05-09-2014, 10:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-09-2014, 10:01 AM by Katja the First.)