Post by Mellitus on Oct 25, 2009 12:45:51 GMT -5
A harsh, stormy wind thrust itself over the mountain tops, whisking the newly fallen snow everywhere. The rustic colours of the trees in the many valleys was lightly sprinkled with a fine dusting of snow, dimming the exotic colours of autumn. Amidst the activities that busied nature, walked a lone, ebon figure, eagerly searching for a place to call home. This young male was only two years of age, nearing adulthood, and yet he had already left his pack to seek the wider world.
The sun was finally setting over the land, casting it in a brilliant glow of reds, yellows, and oranges, much like the forests in the valleys. Mellitus padded higher and higher and higher, and turned to watch the fading land, and try to seek out his destiny. He could make out many things from up here, and his young heart lifted as he viewed the land, and secretly pretended that he was the ruler of all, watching and judging on the lesser beings. That thought vanished as dark grey clouds brewed overhead, and it started to hail.
Mellis cursed the Gods and rushed down the steep, barren mountainside, searching desperately for a cave. His sturdy legs took the impact of running downhill with slight ease, though by the time he found a cave, his muscles were burning. Panting, Mellis rushed into the well secluded cave near the bottom of the mountain, and settled into a relatively dry corner.
No light penetrated this small, rather cosy cave, and only a few, now dead, shrubs guarded the entrance. Mellis sighed deeply, still panting slightly, and faced his gleaming golden eyes towards the cave entrance.
The cave itself went back roughly five foot, it had a low roof, but it was large enough for Mellitus to stand up in comfortably, undisturbed.
Lets just hope no other stupid varg are wandering about outside, it's freezing! he gave a shiver, shaking some water droplets from his fur. Yawning, Mellis curled up and settled down to a peaceful sleep, dreams of finding a pack sure to haunt his dreams.
The sun was finally setting over the land, casting it in a brilliant glow of reds, yellows, and oranges, much like the forests in the valleys. Mellitus padded higher and higher and higher, and turned to watch the fading land, and try to seek out his destiny. He could make out many things from up here, and his young heart lifted as he viewed the land, and secretly pretended that he was the ruler of all, watching and judging on the lesser beings. That thought vanished as dark grey clouds brewed overhead, and it started to hail.
Mellis cursed the Gods and rushed down the steep, barren mountainside, searching desperately for a cave. His sturdy legs took the impact of running downhill with slight ease, though by the time he found a cave, his muscles were burning. Panting, Mellis rushed into the well secluded cave near the bottom of the mountain, and settled into a relatively dry corner.
No light penetrated this small, rather cosy cave, and only a few, now dead, shrubs guarded the entrance. Mellis sighed deeply, still panting slightly, and faced his gleaming golden eyes towards the cave entrance.
The cave itself went back roughly five foot, it had a low roof, but it was large enough for Mellitus to stand up in comfortably, undisturbed.
Lets just hope no other stupid varg are wandering about outside, it's freezing! he gave a shiver, shaking some water droplets from his fur. Yawning, Mellis curled up and settled down to a peaceful sleep, dreams of finding a pack sure to haunt his dreams.
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