[Lost] and [Alone]

[tipsy]

Tan pads pressed into the white sand, sliding a little down the beach as it gave way to the wolf's weight. Sharp ebony nails clung to the sand, desperatly trying to stay in one place, although his efforts were in vein. Still he slid down the beach, the golden grains filtering around his claws.
That is, if he could even be called a wolf. He'd never met anyone who looked even remotely similiar to him, except his mother. Thoughts of his mother came flooding back, plaguing him with sadness and fear. Maybe he was a mistake? Perhaps he was a freak of nature. An accident that no-one wanted around.
The dirty looks that wolves flashed him whirled around in his mind, making him feel even more lonely and unwanted. What was he here for? He'd made a mistake coming to Anikira, he was never going to find anyone like him, just a whole lot more wolves to tease him about being different. He just wanted to belong...
Salty tears pricked the pups brown orbs. His vision blurred, and he tried to shake them away, but they stuck there like the memories of his past. He sniffed, and attempted to place one paw infront of the other, but it got caught and he tripped over, falling through the air his heart skipped a beat, fear filled him for a second, as it all happened too fast.

He landed with a thud on his front, his jaw pulsated with pain and it ran along his skull. Rolling onto his side he curled into a ball, and wished more than anything he would just die. He'd never felt grief like this, and now he was all alone in the world, with nowhere to go and no real purpose. Why should he life another paw and go on? He'd been travelling for days and the grief got worse with every step he travelled farther away from his homelands.

A watery crystal left it's safe haven in the corner of his eye, and cascaded down his face, landing in the soft golden sand.
Why did you leave me, mother? Is death really worse than living with me...? Is it my fault you're gone? he thought, silently praying to his dead mother as if she could hear him. With a quiver of his pelt, he gasped for air as he began to mourn his lost mother. He kicked the sand with his hind paws angrily, frustration built up inside him as a sense of worthlessness crept into his thoughts.
Giving the sand one last kick, his teeth bared, the golden powder flew into his eyes. Tipsy let out a whimper, and shut his eyes tight, curling up into a tighter ball. He sniffed, and whimpered quietly to himself, rocking himself gently the way his mother used to.

Is this it? Is this how it was all going to end for me? He opened his eyes slowly, and began to stare sadly at the sand near his maw.
I'm sorry, mother, I can't go any further without your guidance...

[dervish]

A peaceful sense of calm lingered dreamily in the salty air as the cool waves drifted across the damp sand, outstretching their watery arms toward the land before lazily withdrawing into the clear ocean. The crisp morning air touched lightly on the water's surface, forming a thin layer of fog as far as the eye could see. Seagulls rested quietly in the mist, their ruffled feathers concealing their tired faces as they drifted silently and slowly on the open ocean, only faint blurs in the distance for one standing on the shore. The morning was peaceful and serene, as the mornings usually were..

Along the foggy shoreline of the Endyt Beach sat a lone thylacine, his muscular black form nearly as still as the surrounding air. The cold water lapped playfully at his paws, swirling slowly around them in little puddles. The still creature's soft grey eyes gazed, dull with the misty morning air, out across the sea to a faint shape in the distance. It had been nearly a year since Dervish had washed up on the island of Anikira, and everyday he wondered what went on back where he had come from, across the sea in the land of his youth. On a clear day, one could see a thick haze on the horizon and gently billowing plumes of black smoke. The thylacine's heart would sink with the thought of never returning, but his days were spent in peace and relaxation on this island. Food was plentiful and there was no sign of the humans- so far. Dervish hadn't explored the whole island, or even a large portion of it. It had been so nice here that he was reluctant to leave. The only thing thaw drew him away was lonliness, but he had put it out of his mind for now. Someone would come along someday, and, well.. Dervish would be here waiting for them.


[ooc: I moved this post to TIpsy's thread :] I'll reply again later, when I have time.]

[dervish]

With a sigh, the lone thylacine bent his head down and fumbled his wet paws in the sand as another wave gently washed upon the beach. He wished there was someone else in this lonely world that he could talk to..

There was a sudden thud and a groan nearby, and Dervish leapt to his paws and squinted into the fog. "Hello?" he called urgently, taking a few paces forward, his paws sending little drops of water into the air as he stepped into the soft, wet sand. He could barely see through the mist, but his keen eyes spotted a faint dark shape sprawled in the sand, not ten paces away. There came a whimper and another soft groan from the fog, and Dervish sprang forward toward the creature on the shore, hoping whoever it was wasn't hurt.

"Oh, oh my.." he gasped as he approached the stranger in the sand, his soft grey eyes widening in surprise. At his paws lay a small thylacine pup, tears streaming down his sorrowful face. Dervish hadn't seen another like him in years, and he had even begun to believe that he might be the only one of his kind left. A new hope settled in his heart at the sight of this youngster, and he knelt down to take a closer look. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, hoping not to frighten the pup away. With a friendly gleam in his eyes, he lay his head in the sand and gazed at the other, wanting to console him.

[ooc: sorry for the crappy, wierd post :[ I'm in a hurry and have little muse right now..]