Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 22:17:31 GMT -5
Thoughts | Actions | Speech
The sun rolled high above a small cloud gathering. The coast-line drove directly into a field that laid desolate from the ravages of winter. Nothing about this place screamed welcoming nor did it look anything like the lands far from this island, lands Iorik had once called home. There was nothing here, not for prey and not for him, but this is where fate had crash landed the male and he knew he must make the best of it. His first few step, just days earlier, were wobbly, gravity pulled him downward nearly every time he stood. A stoat caught the following day of his arrival provided Iorik the nourishment to finally find his footing.
The white flecked wolf dragged himself to the nearest pooling of water, lapping quickly to satisfy a violent sore throat and dry mouth. Iorik looked as miserable as he felt, Where have you landed yourself. Brown orbs gazed across the bleak meadow, nothing there seemed familiar, and for good reason. ”My family,” came out in a trembling mumble. An ache rocked through the lupine’s body, knocking him back into a sitting position. He couldn’t recall their faces, and only barely could grasp their names. Pieces, huge gaps, just lapsed in his recollection and nearly drove him mad.
A small, usual breeze rolled over the field. The air bristled through the un-matted patches of fur, caressing him in a light embrace, allowing his breath and head to calm so suddenly. Iorik knew he needn't lose himself because right now that’s all he had left. One last deep breath, and the brute lifted himself and padded off toward a dotted line of, presumably, trees. The serenity of this land would’ve been been a welcomed relief from his old home, if only he weren’t so lonely. Stay focused, you’ve got to. He was right, of course, there was no safety in a lone wolf, even if they knew how to fight. Pack lands could be anywhere, even still, any unknown could be a danger. Iorik trotted past another collection of water. After checking the clarity of the perimeter, he filled his gut with the drink hoping to keep hunger at bay and further ease the burning that started up yet again in his throat.
Within his sight, a series of hills became lucid. Only a few steps further, and the brute found himself at the Niall Caverns. Of course he didn’t know their names, he did know that it meant shelter, and that was only ever a bad thing if it’s someone else’s home. In the past few days, Iorik had gotten at least two days of sleep, and still felt the need for more. Warily, he sniffed the entrance of a small cavern, only big enough to fit two if they lay close. With squinting eyes, the male peered in, noting it’s emptiness and seizing it for himself. Wrapped in a ball he laid, sleep taking hold of him right quick.
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Muse; null&void
Word Count; 513
Notes; Open