Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 0:38:15 GMT -5
Moonlight shone brightly on a still lake, the shining light illuminating the surface of the water in a perfect reflection of the night sky covered with a light layer of clouds. Without warning, a large catfish broke the crystalline surface, leaping several inches out of the water in a dramatic fashion before smashing back into the lake, sending ripples out that went nearly to the shore. A disgruntled snort came from the tree line, and a frozen shadow materialized into the shaggy form of a wolf with a shake and a step. Dark gray fur was dull in the light but noticeable, partially due to the lighter coloring of the belly and chest reflecting the ultra-bright rays of moonlight filtering down from between clouds that matched the wolf's coloring.
Half-lidded gray eyes glanced around, then up, then back down to the lake, and a frown formed on the slim muzzle below them. "Damn fish. That lake was much nicer when I was sleeping next to it," Auron muttered under his breath, with a voice that was ripe with immaturity but deep enough to challenge assumptions of age. Long legs stretched this way and that for a number of seconds, fur along the wolf's back rippling as he worked different muscles to wake them. Evident underneath the thick fur were both spine and hips, though the extra-fluffy chest fur mostly hid the stark ribs poking out along his sides. The fact that he was malnourished was not something Auron was eager to showcase, but there was only so little grooming he could do before he looked more like a bear who had just finished hibernating than a skinny little wolf. The fact that he ran on the small side for a male gray wolf didn't help, but at least the heavy pelt concealed his outward hunger from a distance.
Dainty paws brought the beast forward, carrying him several yards in order to bring him close enough to the still-rippling lake so he could lower his muzzle and take a few laps of the clear water. The male had grown used to this lake and its serenity over the past few days, but perhaps this late-night disturbance was his sign to start moving on again. He didn't have a lot of options, being a wolf without a place to call home, and he had been searching for some time to settle down. The problem was, each pack he encountered didn't take to his personality, or he theirs, and his visits usually ended with him fleeing with an upturned tail and tucked-back ears. Eventually, he supposed, there would be a place he belonged, though perhaps it would not necessarily be with a pack; he certainly didn't mind being on his own, though it did guarantee that he would go hungry nine nights out of ten.
Once he had sated his thirst, the young male turned and headed out toward the dark hills, hoping to find some sustenance to keep his energy level up. He knew he was well within pack territory, but so far he had not been approached by any wolves and assumed that the small lake was not well visited. There were many places to drink in these sloping lands, and evidently the pack was not terribly efficient at exploring its own lands, so chances were good that he would not even encounter any wolves before he passed over their lands entirely. Though he would prefer to meet a pack to stay with, or at least interact with for a while, it might be best that he not get caught so far into their lands.
Suddenly the dark wolf froze, blending into the landscape for a moment as a small creature crossed his path. It was a rabbit, hardly more than a few bites, but Auron's stomach rumbled almost audibly and his hunger urged him forward, slowly, stealthily. The rabbit was unaware of the threat, simply dawdling along at the top of a grassy ridge, its brown fur nearly glowing in the light filtering down from the moon. Auron's bright eyes flashed momentarily in the same light, and he darted forward, carrying his body swiftly up the hill, putting more effort into his steps to make the climb. He was, however, woefully loud for a hunter, and seconds after he started, the rabbit heard him and dashed off to the right, headed down the hill and out of sight.
Cursing, Auron picked up speed and cleared the top of the hill with a bound, only to stop short on the other side, blinking dumbly around him. His prey was gone, having had quite the advantage over the petite wolf. With a pathetic huff, the male flopped his body to the ground, chest heaving with the effort it took to even get up the hill. He was pathetic and he knew it, but this was something else; losing and meal and his breath in mere seconds? This was a new low, one that meant he likely needed a pack if he wanted to continue living.
Word Count || 861
Tag || Alina
Muse || n/a
Notes || Not sure if it's okay that I just placed a lake in the middle of the hills but I'm going with it?
Half-lidded gray eyes glanced around, then up, then back down to the lake, and a frown formed on the slim muzzle below them. "Damn fish. That lake was much nicer when I was sleeping next to it," Auron muttered under his breath, with a voice that was ripe with immaturity but deep enough to challenge assumptions of age. Long legs stretched this way and that for a number of seconds, fur along the wolf's back rippling as he worked different muscles to wake them. Evident underneath the thick fur were both spine and hips, though the extra-fluffy chest fur mostly hid the stark ribs poking out along his sides. The fact that he was malnourished was not something Auron was eager to showcase, but there was only so little grooming he could do before he looked more like a bear who had just finished hibernating than a skinny little wolf. The fact that he ran on the small side for a male gray wolf didn't help, but at least the heavy pelt concealed his outward hunger from a distance.
Dainty paws brought the beast forward, carrying him several yards in order to bring him close enough to the still-rippling lake so he could lower his muzzle and take a few laps of the clear water. The male had grown used to this lake and its serenity over the past few days, but perhaps this late-night disturbance was his sign to start moving on again. He didn't have a lot of options, being a wolf without a place to call home, and he had been searching for some time to settle down. The problem was, each pack he encountered didn't take to his personality, or he theirs, and his visits usually ended with him fleeing with an upturned tail and tucked-back ears. Eventually, he supposed, there would be a place he belonged, though perhaps it would not necessarily be with a pack; he certainly didn't mind being on his own, though it did guarantee that he would go hungry nine nights out of ten.
Once he had sated his thirst, the young male turned and headed out toward the dark hills, hoping to find some sustenance to keep his energy level up. He knew he was well within pack territory, but so far he had not been approached by any wolves and assumed that the small lake was not well visited. There were many places to drink in these sloping lands, and evidently the pack was not terribly efficient at exploring its own lands, so chances were good that he would not even encounter any wolves before he passed over their lands entirely. Though he would prefer to meet a pack to stay with, or at least interact with for a while, it might be best that he not get caught so far into their lands.
Suddenly the dark wolf froze, blending into the landscape for a moment as a small creature crossed his path. It was a rabbit, hardly more than a few bites, but Auron's stomach rumbled almost audibly and his hunger urged him forward, slowly, stealthily. The rabbit was unaware of the threat, simply dawdling along at the top of a grassy ridge, its brown fur nearly glowing in the light filtering down from the moon. Auron's bright eyes flashed momentarily in the same light, and he darted forward, carrying his body swiftly up the hill, putting more effort into his steps to make the climb. He was, however, woefully loud for a hunter, and seconds after he started, the rabbit heard him and dashed off to the right, headed down the hill and out of sight.
Cursing, Auron picked up speed and cleared the top of the hill with a bound, only to stop short on the other side, blinking dumbly around him. His prey was gone, having had quite the advantage over the petite wolf. With a pathetic huff, the male flopped his body to the ground, chest heaving with the effort it took to even get up the hill. He was pathetic and he knew it, but this was something else; losing and meal and his breath in mere seconds? This was a new low, one that meant he likely needed a pack if he wanted to continue living.
Word Count || 861
Tag || Alina
Muse || n/a
Notes || Not sure if it's okay that I just placed a lake in the middle of the hills but I'm going with it?
