Post by Rikez on Jul 14, 2015 23:59:42 GMT -5
The air was as heavy as it looked: laden down with thick grey clouds and the promise of rainfall. The Tia’deli Mountains jutted right into the grey expanse, rolling valleys and great towering peaks of brown and green the only sharp shades of color in the sky. Rikez was a black ant on the side of an ant hill. Although each paw step felt as if it were taking him closer and closer to the peek of him summit, every time he lifted his head he was met with an impossible expanse of crumbing stone and sparse foliage. His chest heaved with the effort of his climb, his breath heavy with the effort of traveling at such an altitude. There was no rhyme or reason to the black brute’s assent. He was merely burning energy. Fighting the feelings of idleness that had plagued him for the past week. It felt incredibly good to stretch his legs after being in the forest for so long. Sure, he had gotten to travel and chase down prey, but there was something about the act of climbing the side of this mountain that was new for the dark-pelted male. With each step, newly healed skin moved painlessly over four thin, but visibly pink scars than ran along his flank: a reminder of the battle he had fought and won with his new friend and leader of his pack.
Rikez was still not sure if it was the right decision, being a member of Airila. He didn’t doubt Arche at all, but so far he had been unable to show kindness to any other wolf he had come across. How was he to fit in with pack life when he was constantly raging war in his own mind?
A cry echoed off the stone as a dark bird came swooping from above. With feathers darker than the most starless night sky, Huginn was the same shade as the wolf below her. Rikez did not flinch as she came gracefully down from the heavens and sank her talons into the thick fur of his shoulder. He paused as she clacked her beak together and peered into his amber eyes with her jet-black ones. Over the past week, the dark brute had become used to the company of the raven. She had followed him everywhere he went, always watchful with at least one of her beady black eyes. Dark as coals, Huginn’s eyes seemed void of life at first glance. But if you stared into them at close rang, they seemed almost like dark windows, shroud in mystery and burning with something keen. Her intelligence had surprised the usually solitary male, and he had allowed her to stay close to him.
”I don’t know what I should be doing,” he said suddenly, his voice too loud in the barren landscape around him. ”I am a pack wolf with no purpose.” Although he had meant for the words to come across bitter, they left his maw with a slightly sad connotation. Huginn’s talons gave his shoulder a squeeze in response, though whether or not it was a comforting gesture, Rikez did not know. He did not know if she could speak. So far, she had only communicated in subtle body language, making the black brute work towards the bond they were beginning to form.
Count | 568
Tagged | @celeste
Muse | Decent
Notes | n/a
Rikez was still not sure if it was the right decision, being a member of Airila. He didn’t doubt Arche at all, but so far he had been unable to show kindness to any other wolf he had come across. How was he to fit in with pack life when he was constantly raging war in his own mind?
A cry echoed off the stone as a dark bird came swooping from above. With feathers darker than the most starless night sky, Huginn was the same shade as the wolf below her. Rikez did not flinch as she came gracefully down from the heavens and sank her talons into the thick fur of his shoulder. He paused as she clacked her beak together and peered into his amber eyes with her jet-black ones. Over the past week, the dark brute had become used to the company of the raven. She had followed him everywhere he went, always watchful with at least one of her beady black eyes. Dark as coals, Huginn’s eyes seemed void of life at first glance. But if you stared into them at close rang, they seemed almost like dark windows, shroud in mystery and burning with something keen. Her intelligence had surprised the usually solitary male, and he had allowed her to stay close to him.
”I don’t know what I should be doing,” he said suddenly, his voice too loud in the barren landscape around him. ”I am a pack wolf with no purpose.” Although he had meant for the words to come across bitter, they left his maw with a slightly sad connotation. Huginn’s talons gave his shoulder a squeeze in response, though whether or not it was a comforting gesture, Rikez did not know. He did not know if she could speak. So far, she had only communicated in subtle body language, making the black brute work towards the bond they were beginning to form.
Count | 568
Tagged | @celeste
Muse | Decent
Notes | n/a
