Post by freki on Apr 10, 2009 12:51:26 GMT -5
The mist unfurled the distant outlines of the mountains to the North, a mere smudge on the bleak landscape. The sun ebbed ever so slowly at the unfurling fog, but still it felt damp, and this made the young Varg cold. The distant noise of the river alerted the mann that he was in the North of the No-Mans Land, the place where Draggas and Drappa Kerls could wander in their sorrows and memories, thinking ever more so of a pack, or friend.
The shadowy young mann was quite slim, though he had hidden strength, and he was not one to mess with. His sharp white teeth glittered dangerously as he yawned, his floppy pinky tongue dangling almost comically out of his jet black maw. Freki stretched, revealing deadly claws, and he scratched at the damp grass, bees and butterflies flying out to enjoy the little sun shine left of the rather bleak and boring day.
Freki's life had been filled with pain and sorrow. His golden, eagle-like eyes blazed angrily as he remembered the hated Balkar, the killers of his pack. "They probably caused the death of Snowflame, " he snarled angrily to himself, and he let out a ferocious howl, not caring if anybody was near. His maw wavered in the air, and his golden eyes were clamped firmly shut, not daring to open, for fear of forgetting the face of his dearly beloved sister.
Eventually, his maw dropped silently, and he lay miserably as the sun started to set, lighting the land around him with a blaze of reds, golds, yellows and oranges. He glanced sullenly at the beautiful sun set, reflecting that even after the fog, the ending to the day had been, at least, worth watching. Maybe after so much despair, there could be hope of me finding a place I can call home, or even just somebody for a friend, who I can trust[he thought, then immediatly raised his thoughtful muzzle, eyes alite with pleasure, banner raised high, and gave out a bittersweet sound, one that filled him with hope.
Then he rested his head on his muddied paws and waited patiently for a responce.[/i]
The shadowy young mann was quite slim, though he had hidden strength, and he was not one to mess with. His sharp white teeth glittered dangerously as he yawned, his floppy pinky tongue dangling almost comically out of his jet black maw. Freki stretched, revealing deadly claws, and he scratched at the damp grass, bees and butterflies flying out to enjoy the little sun shine left of the rather bleak and boring day.
Freki's life had been filled with pain and sorrow. His golden, eagle-like eyes blazed angrily as he remembered the hated Balkar, the killers of his pack. "They probably caused the death of Snowflame, " he snarled angrily to himself, and he let out a ferocious howl, not caring if anybody was near. His maw wavered in the air, and his golden eyes were clamped firmly shut, not daring to open, for fear of forgetting the face of his dearly beloved sister.
Eventually, his maw dropped silently, and he lay miserably as the sun started to set, lighting the land around him with a blaze of reds, golds, yellows and oranges. He glanced sullenly at the beautiful sun set, reflecting that even after the fog, the ending to the day had been, at least, worth watching. Maybe after so much despair, there could be hope of me finding a place I can call home, or even just somebody for a friend, who I can trust[he thought, then immediatly raised his thoughtful muzzle, eyes alite with pleasure, banner raised high, and gave out a bittersweet sound, one that filled him with hope.
Then he rested his head on his muddied paws and waited patiently for a responce.[/i]