Post by Zane on Apr 23, 2013 16:46:47 GMT -5
Laying within his quickly made den, breathing in the dust and blowing it out of his nostrils, he slept pleasantly. His large light body, rolled from one side to the other, the dust blending in with his fur, mixing with the white, causing a greyish tint. It had been a long time since he had slept this comfortably. But on this night, his dream would ruin it all. On this dark and dreary night, the brute dreamed of the worst night of his life. His mind liked to play devious tricks on him from time to time, forcing him to see it all again. It started with when they ran away, fleeing with the family he had left. As they trudged through the night, in the rain and the mud, the thick clay tried to keep them from safety, weighing down their legs and paws. His dreams skipped moments in time, the places they slept for safety. All of the hustle and bustle of the night move, it was erased. As he rolled to his side, his mind discovered the worst of his life. Zane began to snarl as he ripped into the intruder. Feeling his teeth sink into the fur, slowly feeling the blood trickle into his maw. When the murderer was finally dead, laying lifeless on the ground, Zane finally stopped and breathed for a moment, calming himself down. But as much as the brute tried and tried to calm himself, his efforts would be completely pointless.
Walking away from his kill, and looking over his mother, his heart sank. Just like the night of the murder, he whimpered in his sleep. Her pelt was stained in her own blood, appearing as if the brute had trampled all over her. His paw prints were stained to her fur, and then as he heard the quiet whimpers of Rios, he knew the brute was close to his end as well. Zane rushed to his brother's side, lying beside him, he looked into the eyes of his brother. Of all the things he wished to say to his brother, he knew his time is limited. Hearing the raspy breaths, he curled up closer to his brother. When Rios finally took his last breath, Zane whined and nuzzled his maw, wishing it was not true. The brute was all alone. As depression swept over his body, he dipped back his head and released a long and deep howl. Any wolf hearing this call would understand the loss he felt. Just as he did that night, he howled in his den.
His ears perked from the echo of the walls shooting the call around his enclosure. Alert ears twitched as Zane jumped to his paws. His heart beat quickly within his chest, and his breathing was quick, as if he were being suffocated. He looked around the make-shift den, sky-blue eyes staring over every portion of his home. When the safe was clear, he released a sigh. He slowly moved from the den, exiting the entrance. As he was in the fresh air, he took a deep breath, he shook the dust from his body. Watching the particles fall from his body, he decided it was time for a good run. He would not come back to this place, ready to move on and search for something more. As he picked up speed, he rushed away from his chamber for the night. He felt the wind breeze through his fur, tickling his skin. He only stopped when he could smell a scent which was overpowered by multiple wolves. He stopped at the closest point of the border.
He stood, looking down at the ground and then up to the land beyond. He rested his haunches on the ground, looking off into the distance. What would be here for him? Would it be a place he could call home? Or would it just be another pack to ruin his life? But Zane was honestly tired of running, tired of being alone. He missed the feeling he got around other wolves, he missed being able to talk or have a conversation with something alive, that would not flee from him at his smell or sight. But as he pondered on the subject, he decided it was not time to think and wait, it was time to act. He was brave and would take on anything that he needed to. Lifting his chin to the sky, closing his eyes and pressing his ears to his head, he released a long and drawn out howl. It was not aggressive or anything like that. No, it was calm and soothing. He was requesting an audience with the Alpha themselves. As he finished his call, he brought his chin back down, crossed his paws one over the other, and rested his chin upon them. He patiently waited for the other to come, to greet him.
Walking away from his kill, and looking over his mother, his heart sank. Just like the night of the murder, he whimpered in his sleep. Her pelt was stained in her own blood, appearing as if the brute had trampled all over her. His paw prints were stained to her fur, and then as he heard the quiet whimpers of Rios, he knew the brute was close to his end as well. Zane rushed to his brother's side, lying beside him, he looked into the eyes of his brother. Of all the things he wished to say to his brother, he knew his time is limited. Hearing the raspy breaths, he curled up closer to his brother. When Rios finally took his last breath, Zane whined and nuzzled his maw, wishing it was not true. The brute was all alone. As depression swept over his body, he dipped back his head and released a long and deep howl. Any wolf hearing this call would understand the loss he felt. Just as he did that night, he howled in his den.
His ears perked from the echo of the walls shooting the call around his enclosure. Alert ears twitched as Zane jumped to his paws. His heart beat quickly within his chest, and his breathing was quick, as if he were being suffocated. He looked around the make-shift den, sky-blue eyes staring over every portion of his home. When the safe was clear, he released a sigh. He slowly moved from the den, exiting the entrance. As he was in the fresh air, he took a deep breath, he shook the dust from his body. Watching the particles fall from his body, he decided it was time for a good run. He would not come back to this place, ready to move on and search for something more. As he picked up speed, he rushed away from his chamber for the night. He felt the wind breeze through his fur, tickling his skin. He only stopped when he could smell a scent which was overpowered by multiple wolves. He stopped at the closest point of the border.
He stood, looking down at the ground and then up to the land beyond. He rested his haunches on the ground, looking off into the distance. What would be here for him? Would it be a place he could call home? Or would it just be another pack to ruin his life? But Zane was honestly tired of running, tired of being alone. He missed the feeling he got around other wolves, he missed being able to talk or have a conversation with something alive, that would not flee from him at his smell or sight. But as he pondered on the subject, he decided it was not time to think and wait, it was time to act. He was brave and would take on anything that he needed to. Lifting his chin to the sky, closing his eyes and pressing his ears to his head, he released a long and drawn out howl. It was not aggressive or anything like that. No, it was calm and soothing. He was requesting an audience with the Alpha themselves. As he finished his call, he brought his chin back down, crossed his paws one over the other, and rested his chin upon them. He patiently waited for the other to come, to greet him.
