Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 7:25:50 GMT -5
Adventure awaited, and he couldn't wait. The small, white pup bounded with overflowing eagerness as the world unfolded before the innocent eyes. Rurik's blue iris slowly contracted to allow the light to pass though his pupils in a narrow strip and so doing allowing his eyes to focus on the unseen woods. Shimmering piercings of morning light slashed through the leaves above as if they were deadly claws of a giant, unseen wolf. Only slight breezes moved the direction of the light by swinging the leaves back and forth in a relaxing rhythm, performing dancing light shows on the ground beneath the fat pup.
Without a moment to lose, Rurik found his oversize paws clambering over the ever moving specks of light. Rumbling on the moist ground, showering his puppy white fur with the grainy dirt. The new way of entertaining himself was a novelty as itself, causing his eyes to light up with excitement and prospect of what new things he could uncover. The small pup soon loss interest in his solo rumble with the ground and his short attention span needed a new experience to fill it. The beginning of his life were simply blurs in his mind, nestling up next to his mothers warm belly, clambering over his siblings to get a better position so when he got hungry he could get the best. These warm thoughts had all be instinctive, for simply being a worm of a mammal, whimpering and squirming around the place blind as a bat underneath his mothers warm body.
This was the first time Rurik had felt the wind circle around his pelt, cooling his body from the long absent of the den and its moist, stuffy air. Inhaling a gasp of cool air, the small pup puffed out his chest and bundled alone. His poorly proportion paws sweeping the ground in a slow, uneven plod. This wasn't the first time the brute had been on a adventure on his own, either his siblings were still sleeping and he had simply not noticed them as he crawled out, or they too had beat him too their first day away from the protect of the den. The pup often explore the surrounding trees and ground the were littered around the den, but due to his short stamina and instinctive pull from the den, he would go no further. But now he could feel the den pull getting weaker and weaker as he pushed his little legs on, straining his small muscles to put up with this new found movement.
New thoughts too dug into his expanding mind that before he would of never thought twice about. Where were the rest of the pack? Rurik had never seen the whole pack together and only saw the one or two hunters who came to give his mother food. What was the red, smelly chunk of squishy wood like substance that their mother inhaled? Red liquid dripped from its corners as it traveled in the mouth of a hunter, pulling Rurik further into dicution on why he was so attracted to its interesting form. As the pup wondered on these topics, he was unaware of the watching crow, fitted high above the pup. Its beady eyes drilled into Rurik's blue eyes as he looked up after seeing the movement out of the corner of his eyes. The pup was startled by the sudden follower and jumped back in surprise only to find himself toppling into a small dip in the ground. Humiliation flooded into the proud pups eyes as he tried to right himself from his awkward position, his feet dangling in the air as his rump got further wedged into the hole.
Even though it was only the crow who had seen his humiliating fall, his pride was broken for he had been started by a defenceless crow. Anger welled up in the pup and if his face hadn't been covered in white furs, he guessed his face would of gone bright red. So Rurik did what came first into his mind, he let it out. Wriggling furiously in his open prison, the little pup yelled out in a high pitch yelp. "Wou! Wuo, c-c-come here awned f-f-ight the great... great.... Great Wurwik!" Rurik's constant blubbering and stuttering made it almost impossible for anyone to understand him, and with the boiling anger in him, it just made it worst. The pup had limited vocabulary and only used words that he heard the adults use, even if his sentence made no sense. Spit flew from his black lips as his yelp echoed though the quiet woods, but as his eyes lifted from his helpless dangling legs up onto the tree above, the crow no longer sat on a over hanging branch. He was alone again.
Rurik's mind went into a frenzy, scattering in one moment of weakness. What could he do? With his rump securely fixed in what looked like a hole that the small, fluffy animals with long ears made. Rurik yet didn't have the understanding of what everything was called but he couldn't for the day that he could run along side the rest of the pack and be seen as a equal. In vain, the pup started to claw at the hole edge, being careful not to catch himself with his own claws. Even though his claws were still soft and squishy from being in his mother, his soft pads started to get scarred as they scraped at the moist ground. Rurik wasn't yet ready to admit defeat, he didn't want his siblings to have something they could tease him about when they all met up. No, he wasn't going to accept anyone's help. Not even if it took him all day to get out of the hole.
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Notes: Thought I would just start it off
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Without a moment to lose, Rurik found his oversize paws clambering over the ever moving specks of light. Rumbling on the moist ground, showering his puppy white fur with the grainy dirt. The new way of entertaining himself was a novelty as itself, causing his eyes to light up with excitement and prospect of what new things he could uncover. The small pup soon loss interest in his solo rumble with the ground and his short attention span needed a new experience to fill it. The beginning of his life were simply blurs in his mind, nestling up next to his mothers warm belly, clambering over his siblings to get a better position so when he got hungry he could get the best. These warm thoughts had all be instinctive, for simply being a worm of a mammal, whimpering and squirming around the place blind as a bat underneath his mothers warm body.
This was the first time Rurik had felt the wind circle around his pelt, cooling his body from the long absent of the den and its moist, stuffy air. Inhaling a gasp of cool air, the small pup puffed out his chest and bundled alone. His poorly proportion paws sweeping the ground in a slow, uneven plod. This wasn't the first time the brute had been on a adventure on his own, either his siblings were still sleeping and he had simply not noticed them as he crawled out, or they too had beat him too their first day away from the protect of the den. The pup often explore the surrounding trees and ground the were littered around the den, but due to his short stamina and instinctive pull from the den, he would go no further. But now he could feel the den pull getting weaker and weaker as he pushed his little legs on, straining his small muscles to put up with this new found movement.
New thoughts too dug into his expanding mind that before he would of never thought twice about. Where were the rest of the pack? Rurik had never seen the whole pack together and only saw the one or two hunters who came to give his mother food. What was the red, smelly chunk of squishy wood like substance that their mother inhaled? Red liquid dripped from its corners as it traveled in the mouth of a hunter, pulling Rurik further into dicution on why he was so attracted to its interesting form. As the pup wondered on these topics, he was unaware of the watching crow, fitted high above the pup. Its beady eyes drilled into Rurik's blue eyes as he looked up after seeing the movement out of the corner of his eyes. The pup was startled by the sudden follower and jumped back in surprise only to find himself toppling into a small dip in the ground. Humiliation flooded into the proud pups eyes as he tried to right himself from his awkward position, his feet dangling in the air as his rump got further wedged into the hole.
Even though it was only the crow who had seen his humiliating fall, his pride was broken for he had been started by a defenceless crow. Anger welled up in the pup and if his face hadn't been covered in white furs, he guessed his face would of gone bright red. So Rurik did what came first into his mind, he let it out. Wriggling furiously in his open prison, the little pup yelled out in a high pitch yelp. "Wou! Wuo, c-c-come here awned f-f-ight the great... great.... Great Wurwik!" Rurik's constant blubbering and stuttering made it almost impossible for anyone to understand him, and with the boiling anger in him, it just made it worst. The pup had limited vocabulary and only used words that he heard the adults use, even if his sentence made no sense. Spit flew from his black lips as his yelp echoed though the quiet woods, but as his eyes lifted from his helpless dangling legs up onto the tree above, the crow no longer sat on a over hanging branch. He was alone again.
Rurik's mind went into a frenzy, scattering in one moment of weakness. What could he do? With his rump securely fixed in what looked like a hole that the small, fluffy animals with long ears made. Rurik yet didn't have the understanding of what everything was called but he couldn't for the day that he could run along side the rest of the pack and be seen as a equal. In vain, the pup started to claw at the hole edge, being careful not to catch himself with his own claws. Even though his claws were still soft and squishy from being in his mother, his soft pads started to get scarred as they scraped at the moist ground. Rurik wasn't yet ready to admit defeat, he didn't want his siblings to have something they could tease him about when they all met up. No, he wasn't going to accept anyone's help. Not even if it took him all day to get out of the hole.
Words: 966
Notes: Thought I would just start it off
Tags: Anyone!