Post by enigma on Nov 4, 2010 14:01:20 GMT -5
Dawn broke in the east like a slow easy wave and bathed the land in gold. The fingers of light stretched over the beach slowly reaching until it brushed the fur, and then the face, of the sleeping wolf on its sands. Birds chirped softly, however at a distance from the carnivore. It was a wolf and though it wasn't moving, they knew it wasn't dead. The waves rolled up and licked the still wolf's hind paws where they were stretched out as the tide began its slow roll in. Slowly the sun crept higher until it burned just above the horizon and made even looking in that direction difficult.
It was this harsh light, the glaired against her face, that brought Enigma back. She squeezed her blue eyes tightly shut and winced as the water hit her paws. It was uncomfortable and cold. She had to be asleep for a while. She slowly cracked a blue eye and then clenched it shut again. It was horridly bright and she had a throbbing headache. She attributed it to dehydration and hunger. She let that go for the moment and again cracked her eye until she, blinking, opened both to stare at this new world.
Her ears perked up as she stared around her tiny form and pushed herself upright. Her legs shook from exertion, she was still so tired. Turning her eyes scanned the horizon and she imagined, distantly, she could see the coast. Her ears flicked about as she realized, for now, she was completely alone in a world she knew nothing about outside of an old wolf's stories. With a deep breath she stepped out of the oceans grasp and stared out at what awaited her. What the hell had she been thinking? It had been a rash choice, who knew if there even were wolves on the island.
Enigma sighed and shook the sand from her pelt taking slow steps out and away from the ocean, ”Well this was a brilliant idea...” Her voice sounded gravely from the lack of water and laying out on a beach all night, ”but you made it. Might as well make the best-” Her eyes flashed as she took a few steps forward and lowered her head to stare at the tracks in the sand before her. Like everyone seems to do she lifted her paw and placed it inside a much larger wolf track. With a curious head tilt she sniffed at it and was both relieved and bothered to find the scent cold.
So there were wolves here. Her eyes followed the tracks as they disappeared off into the meadows beyond and she let her tail droop. What if she was on pack lands? That would be good. Get herself torn up for washing up in some packs territory. If the old wolf had shown her nothing, she was small to begin with and there were much larger wolves out there. She ran her tongue over her lips and nose trying to sort through what she was seeing. Odin seemed to be right, the crazy old wolf, she couldn't catch a whiff of humans anywhere and there as no trash. Somehow this place was untouched, to her knowledge anyways.
She turned her back to the sun and scanned the beach again. Raising her head to the sky she scented the wind. For a moment she thought she had something and she took a deeper breath. Then her eyes crinkled before she let out a huge sneeze. Well she had gotten herself sick. This was looking to be not the most well thought out of ideas, much like the encounter that lead her here. Part of her, distantly, wondered if the old wolf had actually just returned. She remembered his shaking but it might have just been his elderly nature. Who could say, he had been odd.
Enigma quickly forgot the scent she had almost picked up with her mind racing as it was. Now what was she supposed to do? She had made it what happened next? What had she expected honestly? Some sort of reception and fan fair for her arrival? They hadn't cared much about her back home why would it change here. Still the old wolf had been right, it was beautiful, breathtaking, and seemed perfect from here.
With a quick shake of her head she took off at a slow trot down the beach. Her throat was raw from her journey, the sun wasn't kind on anything that floated upon the sea, and her swimming was close enough too that, it scorched down and sucked the moisture out of you. Her nose was chapped and her stomach growled. With a determined look about she decided her plan of action.
Her first goal was fresh water, she could figure out food later. She wasn't one to howl without reason so she kept her mouth shut and moved as quietly as she could, which thankfully was easier on sand then it was in a forest littered with all manner of noisy things. She didn't want to be discovered before herself discovering the nature of the wolves that lived here, who knows how they treated strangers. She didn't want to be caught with her neck exposed around a bunch of aggressive wolves after all.
It was this harsh light, the glaired against her face, that brought Enigma back. She squeezed her blue eyes tightly shut and winced as the water hit her paws. It was uncomfortable and cold. She had to be asleep for a while. She slowly cracked a blue eye and then clenched it shut again. It was horridly bright and she had a throbbing headache. She attributed it to dehydration and hunger. She let that go for the moment and again cracked her eye until she, blinking, opened both to stare at this new world.
Her ears perked up as she stared around her tiny form and pushed herself upright. Her legs shook from exertion, she was still so tired. Turning her eyes scanned the horizon and she imagined, distantly, she could see the coast. Her ears flicked about as she realized, for now, she was completely alone in a world she knew nothing about outside of an old wolf's stories. With a deep breath she stepped out of the oceans grasp and stared out at what awaited her. What the hell had she been thinking? It had been a rash choice, who knew if there even were wolves on the island.
Enigma sighed and shook the sand from her pelt taking slow steps out and away from the ocean, ”Well this was a brilliant idea...” Her voice sounded gravely from the lack of water and laying out on a beach all night, ”but you made it. Might as well make the best-” Her eyes flashed as she took a few steps forward and lowered her head to stare at the tracks in the sand before her. Like everyone seems to do she lifted her paw and placed it inside a much larger wolf track. With a curious head tilt she sniffed at it and was both relieved and bothered to find the scent cold.
So there were wolves here. Her eyes followed the tracks as they disappeared off into the meadows beyond and she let her tail droop. What if she was on pack lands? That would be good. Get herself torn up for washing up in some packs territory. If the old wolf had shown her nothing, she was small to begin with and there were much larger wolves out there. She ran her tongue over her lips and nose trying to sort through what she was seeing. Odin seemed to be right, the crazy old wolf, she couldn't catch a whiff of humans anywhere and there as no trash. Somehow this place was untouched, to her knowledge anyways.
She turned her back to the sun and scanned the beach again. Raising her head to the sky she scented the wind. For a moment she thought she had something and she took a deeper breath. Then her eyes crinkled before she let out a huge sneeze. Well she had gotten herself sick. This was looking to be not the most well thought out of ideas, much like the encounter that lead her here. Part of her, distantly, wondered if the old wolf had actually just returned. She remembered his shaking but it might have just been his elderly nature. Who could say, he had been odd.
Enigma quickly forgot the scent she had almost picked up with her mind racing as it was. Now what was she supposed to do? She had made it what happened next? What had she expected honestly? Some sort of reception and fan fair for her arrival? They hadn't cared much about her back home why would it change here. Still the old wolf had been right, it was beautiful, breathtaking, and seemed perfect from here.
With a quick shake of her head she took off at a slow trot down the beach. Her throat was raw from her journey, the sun wasn't kind on anything that floated upon the sea, and her swimming was close enough too that, it scorched down and sucked the moisture out of you. Her nose was chapped and her stomach growled. With a determined look about she decided her plan of action.
Her first goal was fresh water, she could figure out food later. She wasn't one to howl without reason so she kept her mouth shut and moved as quietly as she could, which thankfully was easier on sand then it was in a forest littered with all manner of noisy things. She didn't want to be discovered before herself discovering the nature of the wolves that lived here, who knows how they treated strangers. She didn't want to be caught with her neck exposed around a bunch of aggressive wolves after all.