Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 17:50:28 GMT -5
The sun was high in the pale sky, like a great eye turning its burning gaze onto the sands below and the dark smudge that made its way down one of the massive dunes.
Sanris snarled contemptiously back up at it.
The sun had been Sanris' only companion in the months that had followed the pack Osani's disbandment. After fleeing the bloody melee of the pack's brutal end, he had put as much distance as he could between he and the northern end of the island. He had eeked out a bitter existence in places far too hot, the names he didn't know, for longer than he was able to keep track of. The only thing that stuck with him was to keep moving. For the name Osani carried with it terrible things, and what he feared most was that they would catch up with him.
The Osani pack had been on its way to tipping the balance of power in Anikira. They were the strongest, the largest, the best. Yahvi's goal had almost come to realization when she died.
Sanris had never known the details of her death. But it was a cruel irony that the downfall of the mighty Osani, the pack that walked the darkest shadows and haunted the worst nightmares, was destroyed ulitmately by itself. There had always been a tension between the children of Yavhi, Zaida and Atoyo, and with her death it finally boiled over and the pack collapsed on itself. Within a night all of the former Osani were either dead or gone.
Atoyo was dead, killed in the bloody fight between him and his sister. Sanris felt a cold gleam of satisfaction even though, in the end, he was not the one who had killed him. The memory of the dark male's mocking, agressive attitude made him shiver in the scorching desert heat. He didn't know for certain whether the she-brute Djinkka had survived either, though he dearly hoped that Zaida had turned and wiped her off the face of the earth. Zaida. She was surely dead as well. No wolf of ever born could survive the terrible wounds she had recieved from fighting her brother, even though she had bested him in the end.
The only regret over a death that Sanris felt was to closely combined with a storm of boiling, roiling emotions that he did not want to go deeper into the question of how he really felt about the end of Zaida of the Osani pack.
As for himself, he had fled as soon as the fighting had erupted. Stealth was his forte, despite his ungainly size, and the others had been to busy tearing each others' throats out to notice him dissapear. He hadn't stopped running since. The cant of travel was a familiar one, but to his dismay he found that he was no longer as competent on his own as he had been. Life in a pack had ruined him. It had taken his strengths for its own, seduced him with ideas of grandeur, and when the illusion had ended, it had left him with a hollow feeling in his insides and a newfound fear of the dark.
Sanris' paws slipped on the shifting sand and he became aware again of the heat, how his head pounded, his leaden paws and aching limbs and swollen tongue. He desperately wanted to lie down and rest, just for a little while, but he knew that if he did he wouldn't get back up. Sanris forced his paws to move, one in front of the other. The desert had to end somewhere.
Above, the blazing sun laughed at him contemptiously.
OOC: I woke up this morning and this just exploded out of nowhere but hey, I'll take it. Prior to the Sanris/Kuruk thread (liquid time is a wonderful thing.)
Muse: Sky high holy shit