Post by Tay on Oct 1, 2009 22:54:24 GMT -5
Scathe
Scathe let his sliver orbs slide over the land. He took in every rock, the few dying trees. The barren waste of a land where he stood. His gave a soft snort of approval. This land was scared. A history lay in what was now waste. He lowered his head and used his paw to scratch his own scar. So similar were he and this land. This was the eye scar of Moon Island, he realized. His banner gave a wave of true happiness. He accepted this land for it's imperfection, and in turn, he hoped it accepted him.
He turned, his peppered body, and began to explore the land. Night would fall soon, and in this Land of Scars he would only have the sky to rest under. For the anxious wolf, this was not enough. His body moved swiftly, already at home in this land. He would not stay here forever. Just until he'd found where he truly wished to be. Staying here would do him no good. He continued his trot, eyes searching for some form of shelter. He gave an agitated growl as he realized it was far too late for him to turn back for more sheltered land. He was stuck here. If I cannot find a shelter, I will walk until I do. He thought, fangs bared in determination.
As he walked, he discovered what appeared to be a large hole in the ground. It took him a moment to realize it did not drop straight down. It went at a slow, and graceful slant. His ears perked. It looked to him like a giant rabbit hole. He walked into it, and down. He was not afraid, but he did remain cautious. Nothing stirred within the tunnel, and he slowly relaxed. He walked to the very back, managing to miss the right turn that lead into another tunnel. Here, the earth had been dug away a little raised from the ground. A nice little outcropping. He stepped upon it, and sniffed. No new scents came to him, and he slowly lay down.
His eyes began to adjust to the dark, for only a very faint light came from the direction he'd just walked. He scrutinized his surroundings. Nothing was out of place, and after laying awake, listening and watching for perhaps an hour, he finally lay his big crania upon his paws and to sleep.
I thank you, Land Of Scars, for accepting me. We are a match you and I. We must find the good in each other. He thought, giving a silent thanks to the land that sheltered him, taking him in as a fem does a newborn pup. Protect me now, as I sleep, and I will be grateful to you yet again. With that, he lowered his lids over his misty silver orbs, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Scathe let his sliver orbs slide over the land. He took in every rock, the few dying trees. The barren waste of a land where he stood. His gave a soft snort of approval. This land was scared. A history lay in what was now waste. He lowered his head and used his paw to scratch his own scar. So similar were he and this land. This was the eye scar of Moon Island, he realized. His banner gave a wave of true happiness. He accepted this land for it's imperfection, and in turn, he hoped it accepted him.
He turned, his peppered body, and began to explore the land. Night would fall soon, and in this Land of Scars he would only have the sky to rest under. For the anxious wolf, this was not enough. His body moved swiftly, already at home in this land. He would not stay here forever. Just until he'd found where he truly wished to be. Staying here would do him no good. He continued his trot, eyes searching for some form of shelter. He gave an agitated growl as he realized it was far too late for him to turn back for more sheltered land. He was stuck here. If I cannot find a shelter, I will walk until I do. He thought, fangs bared in determination.
As he walked, he discovered what appeared to be a large hole in the ground. It took him a moment to realize it did not drop straight down. It went at a slow, and graceful slant. His ears perked. It looked to him like a giant rabbit hole. He walked into it, and down. He was not afraid, but he did remain cautious. Nothing stirred within the tunnel, and he slowly relaxed. He walked to the very back, managing to miss the right turn that lead into another tunnel. Here, the earth had been dug away a little raised from the ground. A nice little outcropping. He stepped upon it, and sniffed. No new scents came to him, and he slowly lay down.
His eyes began to adjust to the dark, for only a very faint light came from the direction he'd just walked. He scrutinized his surroundings. Nothing was out of place, and after laying awake, listening and watching for perhaps an hour, he finally lay his big crania upon his paws and to sleep.
I thank you, Land Of Scars, for accepting me. We are a match you and I. We must find the good in each other. He thought, giving a silent thanks to the land that sheltered him, taking him in as a fem does a newborn pup. Protect me now, as I sleep, and I will be grateful to you yet again. With that, he lowered his lids over his misty silver orbs, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
