Post by razz on Sept 4, 2008 23:12:33 GMT -5
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
I'm a young soul
In this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
--New Soul by Yael Naim.
OOC: Don't worry, I won't use lyrics in every post. But this is my first post with Mikhail, so I thought I could afford to set the mood.
IC:
Fenris's eye glared down upon the forest, making it hazy with heat. Occasionally a grasshopper or frog would leap from a blade of grass and interrupt the afternoon stillness, but, other than that, nothing moved. Now was not a time for hunting, or for traveling, or for playing in the grass. It was a time for resting, and that was what Mikhail was doing.
He lay in the shade of a log which had fallen over a small boulder to form a little lean-to. It was a sweet respite from the summer swelter and just the right size for Mikhail: a gray wolf pup, muscular, with large puppy paws. As he snored, a little purple flower caught his breath. As Mikhail inhaled, it hugged his black nose; as he sighed the breath out again, it leaned away.
This was how Mikhail had spent most of his days since his mother had left. He would wake with the sun. He would find a creek to drink from and splash in, to cool himself down. He would sample whatever berries he could find growing in trees or on shrubs. He would usually manage to catch a small animal--a rabbit, a ferret, a chipmunk. Three times he had found the abandoned carcasses of deer that had succumbed to a predator, and gorged himself on the meat. There were days when he curled up to sleep and still felt the pangs of hunger, but it didn't bother him much. It would all change when he found his mother, Nya.
Until then, he slept.