Post by Journey on Feb 27, 2016 21:56:44 GMT -5
It had been a long day for the white female who now trudged through the swamp, her large paws making soft, squishy noises in the damp grass. Though the danger of the swamp was very real, the green-eyed female felt as though she were beyond caring. Sunny had left her, with no sign of returning, and it was too much for her to deal with and also pay attention to her surroundings. True, she could react in time if attacked--after all, she had been rigorously trained, and was no fool--but dancing at the edge of danger was unlike her. Jo was often much more sensible, and typically would not put herself into the type of situation she now sat in.
However, it was low tide and early in the morning, and very little danger was around for now. The crocodiles were sunning on the other side of the marsh, and the snakes likely doing the same. Here where the female walked were only water birds, clucking and honking angrily at her when she passed too close, some flapping away dramatically into the deeper reaches of the water. The brown-shaded wolf paid very little attention, hardly bothering to flick an ear in the direction of each duck, as though they were white noise. What harm could a duck possibly do to a full-grown wolf?
Journey's body felt heavy as she moved along, and she shook her fur out despite it being clean and dry; the heaviness was in her head and her heart, and it simply would not fall away. Sunny had been so important to her, and her loss--again--was a tragedy. What made it worse, however, was the fact that she had left. The first time they were separated, Journey had escaped from the prison of a pack that had caught them, and she knew that Sunny would either talk her way out or be killed trying. It had been easy, then, to move on, assuming she would never see her love. But Sunny had gone this time, taken her paws and carried herself away purposefully, and it hurt the female much more than she thought it could.
"Get it together, Jo," the wolf snarled, slapping the edge of the water with a paw and causing an uproar among the birds gathered around. She did it again, and again, until the rage grew within her to replaced the sadness. With a furious, maniacal shout, the wolf raced forward to a tree and set her teeth to it over and over, scarring the tree and scraping the bark away with such force that it hurt her jaw. Rage was easier, and allowed her a way to rid her body of the feeling, and so she kept at it, tearing into the tree as though it had tried to attack her.
When she was finished, the marshy ground at her feet was littered with tiny scraps of bark and blood, as her gums had been scratched nearly as bad as the tree. With saliva and blood dripping from her jaws, Jo stood and took deep, heavy breaths, staring intensely at the tree that she had mutilated, wondering if she would calm down or need to attack it again and again until she was exhausted.
Words || 552
Tags || Silver
Notes || Whee!
However, it was low tide and early in the morning, and very little danger was around for now. The crocodiles were sunning on the other side of the marsh, and the snakes likely doing the same. Here where the female walked were only water birds, clucking and honking angrily at her when she passed too close, some flapping away dramatically into the deeper reaches of the water. The brown-shaded wolf paid very little attention, hardly bothering to flick an ear in the direction of each duck, as though they were white noise. What harm could a duck possibly do to a full-grown wolf?
Journey's body felt heavy as she moved along, and she shook her fur out despite it being clean and dry; the heaviness was in her head and her heart, and it simply would not fall away. Sunny had been so important to her, and her loss--again--was a tragedy. What made it worse, however, was the fact that she had left. The first time they were separated, Journey had escaped from the prison of a pack that had caught them, and she knew that Sunny would either talk her way out or be killed trying. It had been easy, then, to move on, assuming she would never see her love. But Sunny had gone this time, taken her paws and carried herself away purposefully, and it hurt the female much more than she thought it could.
"Get it together, Jo," the wolf snarled, slapping the edge of the water with a paw and causing an uproar among the birds gathered around. She did it again, and again, until the rage grew within her to replaced the sadness. With a furious, maniacal shout, the wolf raced forward to a tree and set her teeth to it over and over, scarring the tree and scraping the bark away with such force that it hurt her jaw. Rage was easier, and allowed her a way to rid her body of the feeling, and so she kept at it, tearing into the tree as though it had tried to attack her.
When she was finished, the marshy ground at her feet was littered with tiny scraps of bark and blood, as her gums had been scratched nearly as bad as the tree. With saliva and blood dripping from her jaws, Jo stood and took deep, heavy breaths, staring intensely at the tree that she had mutilated, wondering if she would calm down or need to attack it again and again until she was exhausted.
Words || 552
Tags || Silver
Notes || Whee!
