Post by charrus on Nov 3, 2009 22:56:50 GMT -5
A journey to no end, as the large brute weaved his way through naturally carved trails in searches of nothing specific. Perhaps a home, perhaps the Riadrak. So far Charrus hasn't met an unusual wolf, other than some of the Cyales. But he made his way to the other side of the land, destination unknown. The air in the area was salty and crisp. It reminded Charrus of the beach where he had met the wolves of Anikira. 'I'm sick of the ocean.' He grumbled internally as he charged forward until his path came to an end.
Slitted green orbs scouted the land, which was no land. A body of water as far as the eye could see. A sunken heart as his journey could no longer go forward. 'Could head a different way... But what is the use.' "Terren, my only wish is for my sister to be on Anikira with me. I'm tired of being alone..." Charrus shouted to the skies, and out to sea. Nobody would hear him, as far as he knew he was alone.
Holding his head high, the wind blowing fervently and fast. His fur trembled with each gust, Charrus felt on top of the world. "Mom, dad... Terren. You would love it here. It is so beautiful." Closing his eyes as he felt the wind hit his face, all he could see was the faces of his family. 'I could go back, but I wont. My place is here.' Opening his eyes again, looking down and over the cliff he stood. The thoughts of falling off sent shivers down his spine, and he reluctantly stepped back a few feet. "I will remember this place. Perhaps come back soon." After saying that, Charrus turned his back on the sea, and began heading in another direction.
The earth he stood on began to crumble, and not realizing it Charrus looked down to his feet. A frown creased his face, no... Charrus was not suicidal. This is what it felt like to fly perhaps? It wasn't his time to go though, he would join with his ancestors, but not today. Struggling to avoid falling, Charrus weaved through the shattering earth, his claws clinging to the edge while his hinds dug upward in attempts to lift himself back up onto the sturdy cliffs. 'If luck was on my side, this fall wouldn't kill me...' Charrus thought in a calm, cool collected manner. The more he struggled the more the cliff would break. But he couldn't just do nothing. Closing his eyes, he hoped fate would reach out to him, save his life. He needed an angel.
Slitted green orbs scouted the land, which was no land. A body of water as far as the eye could see. A sunken heart as his journey could no longer go forward. 'Could head a different way... But what is the use.' "Terren, my only wish is for my sister to be on Anikira with me. I'm tired of being alone..." Charrus shouted to the skies, and out to sea. Nobody would hear him, as far as he knew he was alone.
Holding his head high, the wind blowing fervently and fast. His fur trembled with each gust, Charrus felt on top of the world. "Mom, dad... Terren. You would love it here. It is so beautiful." Closing his eyes as he felt the wind hit his face, all he could see was the faces of his family. 'I could go back, but I wont. My place is here.' Opening his eyes again, looking down and over the cliff he stood. The thoughts of falling off sent shivers down his spine, and he reluctantly stepped back a few feet. "I will remember this place. Perhaps come back soon." After saying that, Charrus turned his back on the sea, and began heading in another direction.
The earth he stood on began to crumble, and not realizing it Charrus looked down to his feet. A frown creased his face, no... Charrus was not suicidal. This is what it felt like to fly perhaps? It wasn't his time to go though, he would join with his ancestors, but not today. Struggling to avoid falling, Charrus weaved through the shattering earth, his claws clinging to the edge while his hinds dug upward in attempts to lift himself back up onto the sturdy cliffs. 'If luck was on my side, this fall wouldn't kill me...' Charrus thought in a calm, cool collected manner. The more he struggled the more the cliff would break. But he couldn't just do nothing. Closing his eyes, he hoped fate would reach out to him, save his life. He needed an angel.