Post by Toka on Nov 25, 2008 18:09:44 GMT -5
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
Clint Eastwood
She swaggered and strutted, the tawny brown pads at the bottom of her paw touching the ground tenderly. Every stone, every rock she trampled over was new to her. The tiny microscopic animals too. But the land itself was old. She had used the word over and over again. Letting herself know it was all hers. "Deor." She had been in these lands more than once. But never found herself to remember any of it. Every time it seemed like a another planet. But each visit she knew to call it home. And being able to have a place to breathe was a good thing for her. Something that for a long time in her life she hadn't owned. The sun peeked past the trees of the woodland and searched for the others of her kind. Fenris. That was the name. But years ago she was told that there were many more that looked of Fenris. Some big and small. But they were active many light years away. But when the sky went out and Tor reached over the nighttime heavens. You could see them, looking like eyes towards us. Her own claws tucked into the earth in question. Why didn't she know if this was a lie or not. Was she this behind the world? Or did anyone know?
Behind the ribs that gently outlined her figure from under her thinned pelt. There was the voice of her belly, speaking of appetite. At these moments when the sky became chilly and bursting with gray colored puffs. Toka had much trouble finding creatures to fill her stomach. And being so thin at points like this made her very delicate and unable to be as active as she would want to be. Her empty stomach actually felt heavy in her hollow body of organs. With a sigh of agitation. She scooted a stick over with her paw and chewed on it. Trying to edge off her hunger. The piece of wood, so full of dampness. Easily broke into many wet slippery splinters at her paws. And that was the end of it. The female stood up. Feeling unable to take a living creature from her own pack territory. But if it was for herself to live, then breaking rules was acceptable, if she even knew them. Maybe her mind had forgotten them. But right now she was longing for warm bloodied meat. With her nose to the ground she could only smell the dampness from the rain of the night before.
Fresh pawprints scarred the forest floor in every direction. It was a small animal. Fast, no direct place to be. There were many paths of the scent but many of them looped back to where she had started. Eventually, she was able to make progress. The small trail had led to tiny animal droppings. witch were flat against the ground from where other larger animals her size had roamed. Following the trace of smell, Toka had found her nose deep inside a small hole in the dirt. It was low and strait downwards. The width of her own muzzle. With her paws she dug deep into the burrow but found noting but a larger amount of groundwater. Then at the tip of her sight, the little thing was there. Its tiny fingers clawing the bark of the tree. It was a tree rabbit. The ones with the curled tails. And young. Its eyes like black rain droplets started into her own pupils. Wit a snap of her sniff neck, the tree rabbit was in her snout. Her teeth wrapped around its entire figure. When she dropped it to the ground to examine. It was already dead. But the fae knew better than to feel sorry for it. With more movement, she was bent over the corpse and starting to dissect with her fangs. [/color]
