Post by Varloc on May 6, 2009 10:07:09 GMT -5
ooc: I know the title make's absolutely no sense, but it sorta has to do with his dream--about how he's continously plauged by these nightmares that might have crushed the heart and soul of a weaker being, but Varloc continues to go on, shrugging off the nightmares and hiding the torment from the eyes of others. O: I guess. I dunno. xD
Varloc the Noble
Varloc the Noble
Over head, a storm raged---the rain pouring down in thick sheets, making it near impossible to see one’s nose at the end of their own muzzle. Worst of all was the booming thunder, a sound so horrible and rumbling that it seemed as though the nearby mountains where being ripped apart from the inside out. Yet on he ran, undeterred by the rain and thunder. Lightning flashed from the sky, striking the tip of a nearby tree and setting the think aflame. The grey wolf swerved, laying his ears back and pushing his legs to carry him faster. Nothing would keep him from his destination—from his mate and young waiting for him in the safety of their cozy den. He knew the territory well and was well aware that he was closing in on the den, which only fueled him on more. He laid everything he had into his stride, willing his legs to work harder. He jerked his head down just in time to clear a low hanging branch that would have knocked him senseless if he had collided with it.
Through the thick downpour, he could make out the looming cliff side where his den had been made and his heart leapt. He was home! He slowed his pace down just a tad, not wishing to startle his mate and have her attack him, thinking he to be danger. But as he neared the entrance, the ground trembled and then erupted before him, sending a spray of mud and rocks into his face. Varloc sprang away, shaking the debris clear from his sight, only to discovered, rising up from the earth. The creature was horrifying—large and grotesque when it finally reached its full height. It towered above him, much like a grizzly bear, but instead, it was far thinner, its front appendages unseemly long with frightening claws. Its pelt was matted and an oily black—its face canine in appearance, though its muzzle was long and narrow with large teeth and sickly yellow eyes that glared down at him. However, it wasn’t the creature itself that froze the male’s blood, seizing his heart with a terror he had never known before. Within the clawed grasp of the beast was a small, broken body, one that Varloc recognized. His son.
Varloc awoke with a start, his heart racing and his breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. For a moment, he was disoriented, wondering where he was and what exactly was going on. As the realization dawned on him, he inhaled deeply, taking in the cool morning air and allowing it to help ease away the tension that had grown in his muscles. It had been a frightening dream and one that he could not unravel. What was the beast? His son had not been killed by such a creature—sickness had taken him. So why did the dream plague his sleep? Weary from his slumber, the male rose stiffly, outstretching his front limbs in a much needed stretch. For a moment, he scanned the surrounding area, finding the quiet to be rather peaceful, yet he found himself yearning for the company of his recent acquaintance. The young female had been pleasant company and he had enjoyed her questions. Yet he had left her after making sure she would be accepted within the pack, feeling she would be far more safer within the confines of the Koran den site then with him while he patrolled the area—although it may have not been required of him.
Varloc was the type of wolf that when given a job, or in this case, a title and responsibility, he was going to take it seriously. And having been given the title as warrior, he was going to do his best at fulfilling that role. He would protect the pack with his life and to keep the pack safe, he often spent a great deal of time away from their company, patrolling the land and learning the lay of the territory to the best of his abilities. Yawning, Varloc turned away from his resting spot and set off once again, on his daily patrol. Although things seemed peaceful, he had learned the hard way that believing there to be no danger present would leave you unprepared. He angled his path so that his strides would carry him towards the first stop that he and Kai had made when he had been shown the territory. He was met by the sound of flowing water, a gentle sound that only drew him forwards at a quicker pace. He eased his way up to the edge of the creek, lowering his muzzle to the surface to lap up the cool water—quenching the thirst that had been troubling him from the moment he woke. It was only after he was satisfied, that he became aware of the growing pain of hunger in his belly. How long had it been since his last meal? He could not recall, but he knew by the pain that it had been awhile and that if he continued to wait, his strength would fail him and he would be out of luck.
Deciding that the best course of action would be to find a quick meal, he turned from the creek and settled into an easy lope keeping his ears alert. He had not traveled far from the creek when a rustling in the brush caught his attention and he quickly dropped low, stalking forwards. To his displeasure, the creature was a plump fowl of sorts and he had no real taste for winged beasts and so he rose, startling the bird into flight, and moved on. Varloc had come to learn that as a lone wolf you couldn’t be picky and had devoured his fair share of the feathered animals, though they weren’t as appetizing as a juicy rabbit or tender fawn. The majority of the time, he would be forced to sooth the pain at least slightly by catching field mice. A catch not befitting a skilled hunter, but he had no room to be picky. However, now with a pack and a home too his name, he could almost taste the sweet, juicy slabs of meat from a fresh kill brought down by the pack as a whole. Nothing tasted better then something caught because of hard work. Movement to the his left caught his eye and he jerked after it, snapping his jaws closed on the grey blur. He felt the crunch of tiny bones and the explosion of juices in his jaws. It was a familiar taste and he downed the mouse down quickly, the hunger pains dying away almost instantly. Content for the time being, the old grey male moved on, easing his way around trees and shrubs, mud colored eyes constantly flickering back and forth, appearing to see nothing, but in all actuality, seeing everything.
