Post by freki on Apr 6, 2009 13:03:21 GMT -5
The shadowy figure of the young mann crept slowly down the steep slope of the rocky and barren landscape, Tor shining down onto him. His paws slipped every so often on a loose pebble, and his golden orbs scanned the unfriendly terrain with dislike, his hatred of the seemingly life less land growing deeper with every step. He stumbled, and tumbled down the slope until he came to a revulsive stop several metres down. His heart beating furiously, he snarled and anxiously scanned his almost jet black pelt. Streaks of silver were now entwined with splatters of putrid dirt, and the lonely dragga shook off the filth as best he could, before cautiously trotting down the slope, his muzzle raised in the air, scenting the unfamiliar smells.
As if in a dream, a cloud passed over the almost full moon and seemed to stay there for an eternity, while the black mann walking quietly and sullenly in the dark, his cunning nocturnal eyes scanning the mountain with panic, worry and fright. If only he had asked his dear sister to come with him, that way he wouldn't be lost, that way he wouldn't be alone, unsure if his last surviving family member was alive. Was he the only one?
Freki snarled bitterly as his stomach rumbled. He had been unsuccesful in finding food, but he had lost his way in a blizzard. He absouloutly HATED blizzards, he preferred the safety of Fenris' rays, and the kindness of Tor's light, for he was Putnar, and he wanted to stay that way. Unlike his sibling, who had adored the snow and was actually named after it. Freki blinked back the emotion in his eyes, the revelation of his whole family gone springing into his mind, the horror of the Balkar, the blood and gore, the sad, vacant expression in his father's dead eyes-
The Varg flinched in fright as something cold landed softly onto his back. He snarled, confused, then spotted the snow falling thick and fast from the Heavens. He cursed his absence from the real world, and bolted along as fast as he could, dreading the already thickening blizzard. Did his sister, if she was alive, hate this blizzard as much as he did right as this moment? He guessed not, she loved snow as much as she had loved her family, and the trauma she had gone through was immense.
Suddenly, as if luck had taken pity on the young Kerl, he spotted a welcoming sight. A cave. Etched into the mountainside, half hidden by dead branches, but there, was a sanctuary for him.
Freki howled quietly in delight, but when he reached the entrance he apprehensively scented the air. Only the faint smell of Herla wafted around, but that was it. He growled happily as he boldly lifted his banner and entered the warmth of the cave.
Instantly, he felt much warmer. The air was stuffier, and the cave roof was quite low, but otherwise it was perfect. He estimated it could fit at least five Vargs, with room to spare.
He lay down, his paws aching dully. He examined a patch of lichens growing in a corner of the cave, and chuckled at himself. He studied the floor, which had some bones littered across it. He scented one; rabbit. He delicately grasped it in his powerful jaws and snapped the bone, licking out the little marrow, his mouth watering with saliva.
Freki rested his drooping head onto muddied paws and closed his eyes, falling into a fitful dream...
As if in a dream, a cloud passed over the almost full moon and seemed to stay there for an eternity, while the black mann walking quietly and sullenly in the dark, his cunning nocturnal eyes scanning the mountain with panic, worry and fright. If only he had asked his dear sister to come with him, that way he wouldn't be lost, that way he wouldn't be alone, unsure if his last surviving family member was alive. Was he the only one?
Freki snarled bitterly as his stomach rumbled. He had been unsuccesful in finding food, but he had lost his way in a blizzard. He absouloutly HATED blizzards, he preferred the safety of Fenris' rays, and the kindness of Tor's light, for he was Putnar, and he wanted to stay that way. Unlike his sibling, who had adored the snow and was actually named after it. Freki blinked back the emotion in his eyes, the revelation of his whole family gone springing into his mind, the horror of the Balkar, the blood and gore, the sad, vacant expression in his father's dead eyes-
The Varg flinched in fright as something cold landed softly onto his back. He snarled, confused, then spotted the snow falling thick and fast from the Heavens. He cursed his absence from the real world, and bolted along as fast as he could, dreading the already thickening blizzard. Did his sister, if she was alive, hate this blizzard as much as he did right as this moment? He guessed not, she loved snow as much as she had loved her family, and the trauma she had gone through was immense.
Suddenly, as if luck had taken pity on the young Kerl, he spotted a welcoming sight. A cave. Etched into the mountainside, half hidden by dead branches, but there, was a sanctuary for him.
Freki howled quietly in delight, but when he reached the entrance he apprehensively scented the air. Only the faint smell of Herla wafted around, but that was it. He growled happily as he boldly lifted his banner and entered the warmth of the cave.
Instantly, he felt much warmer. The air was stuffier, and the cave roof was quite low, but otherwise it was perfect. He estimated it could fit at least five Vargs, with room to spare.
He lay down, his paws aching dully. He examined a patch of lichens growing in a corner of the cave, and chuckled at himself. He studied the floor, which had some bones littered across it. He scented one; rabbit. He delicately grasped it in his powerful jaws and snapped the bone, licking out the little marrow, his mouth watering with saliva.
Freki rested his drooping head onto muddied paws and closed his eyes, falling into a fitful dream...
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