Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 16:13:23 GMT -5
Mouth opened, dry and sharp on his tongue, it warranted a slight sputter of disgust. Sand? When was the last time he had tasted sand? Groggy jaws opened as his head lifted, the sun burning on his back. Oh, he recalled the night before. They - him and Nocturne - had settled out of the open, although just barely, with cause. It allowed them to get some rest on a solid, unmoving ground. Everything had tossed and turned around him so long that he was surprised his balance was even existent.
Nose lifted carefully and he forced himself to focus on his paws outstretched before him. The white fur looked filthy, but it was no surprise. His head tipped to the left as he inhaled deep, tasting the air. Somehow, he doubted this was the place he had meant to end up. Another trap, he instantly acknowledged in his silence. It was another island, since the only land he had ever walked on was sand filled. It meant that he as trapped again, and all the fantasy of no longer being confined by water was washed away. It pained the wolf to come to the realization, but his eyes narrowed hatefully at his own flesh. What had caused this horror, what demons had crawled out of the cracks of the earth and decided this would be his fate?
Pushing his head down against his neck, the male stretched with a groan as the sand shifted beneath him. The intent in his eyes was enough to make him feel restless, the need to explore plodded along on the heels of disgust. Trapped again, and what would be the option but to make due? Tail swished a single time before yellow eyes wandered from the spot he was trapped in. Move forward, that was the only option.
“Well isn't this lovely,” Soft tones were gruff as the male grunted. Hauling himself to his paws was difficult, but the male managed with a faint huff. His ears twisted on his head, and the second slight scan of the area seemed to welcome bouts of nothingness. The spark of anger burned through his senses, and he fought the urge to growl. “Dawn’s cracked and the burning clouds want to eat us alive in the distance.” Words were quieted, suspicious. “Best be wary of the day walking cloaks, who knows what poison is looking to get into our skins.” Was he accustomed to talking to himself? Well, it was not a habit he imposed on himself by choice. Reece had never pushed himself to be the lonely sort.
Sand. How he hated sand, it meant he was no better than those who had washed up on the island he had been on before. It was a promise that the world would end dramatically in the wolf's eyes. It caused him hardship to believe it; how could this have happened? And yet, the realization caused him to drop his head before he managed to look arrogant. Something had beaten him this time, the cause was something he could not comprehend. Now how was it that he could be moved to such stillness when all he hoped for was blood of those who had caused this nightmare to him?