Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2013 21:27:00 GMT -5
The dawn sun rose to reveal a scrappy pile of fur lying upon the shore, limp and unresponsive. Any passing wolf would have been forgiven for thinking it was dead, what with its skeletal frame and haphazardly splayed limbs. But the five year old arabian was not dead, despite the battering he had received from the stormy sea of the previous night. He was alive, but only just; he’d barely managed to survive the journey, and even now a battle between life and death raged within him. Dawn turned into morning, and then midday, and still the creature did not stir.
Finally, sometime in the mid-afternoon, pale yellow eyes blinked hesitantly open, revealing to the bedraggled canine a bleary world of wobbly sand and harsh white light. “Wuzzah?” A confused noise escaped the unfortunate wolf’s maw as he vainly tried to adjust to the new world he’d been dumped into. Once his vision had somewhat settled, the rest of his senses soon followed – an overpowering stench of salt, waves crashing loudly to the shore upon his poor battered tail, and also his sense of touch, or rather, pain. Burning water-logged chest accompanied by a raspy dry-as-bone tongue and sore cracked nose, along with a salty taste in his mouth that he was sure would never go away. And the rest of his body… the intense aching in his limbs was almost too much for the little arabian to bear! Dying would be less painful than this for sure, a merciful end to his suffering.
But now that he was awake there was no stopping him. He couldn’t just lie here doing nothing; his mind was kicking into action and he was becoming extremely restless already. “So first thing to do, is get back on my feet, yes.” It was harder than it sounded though. After several agonizing attempts, Timber managed to drag himself into a fairly upright position, where he promptly leant forward, vomited on the sand, and spent a few more moments hacking water out of his lungs. Panting heavily, he stared at the mess of sick mixed with salt water that he’d made all over the sand between his front paws. Nose wrinkled at the sharp sour odor, but he was so malnourished that even a molecule of nutrition was precious, and so he licked it back up, taking in a few grainy particles of sand in the process. “There, Tim, that’s better, yes. Now what next?”
((this is more of an introduction thread but feel free to pm me if you have a plot in mind))