Post by zev on Feb 18, 2008 17:08:25 GMT -5
It was mid afternoon though the suns rays seemed not to do much for the barren lands that one ebon male traveled upon. Said male had traveled many lands and from his experience most had seemed similar to every other. This, however, was the complete opposite. Usually he came upon lush grasslands that seemed inviting and frankly he was getting sick of it. Even though he moved from place to place the scenery never seemed to change. This is why, though some may call him odd or even crazy, the ebon brute was pleased to come upon this desolate place. The feeling and appearance represented himself in certain ways. These lands had been abandoned by other creatures and now seemed to be trying to return to its former state. Sadly, it looked as if this place would never again be that of what it was many years before.
The ebon mascu, known as Zev, felt at ease. No others seemed to be around at this time which made him only thrive upon the lands more. In no way did he feel the need to come in contact with another, not at this point, and perhaps not ever. He never felt as though he was meant to stay in one place for a long period of time, not since his passing years. True living as a rouge had its downfalls what with not having fulfilling meals and barely ever having decent shelter. One thing that Zev enjoyed about being a rouge was the fact that he need not rely on another and vise versa. He had let far too many down in his past making it so that time had repeated itself and Zev would not allow that to happen again, not as long as his life continued on.
Large paws fell upon the cracked earth which in a way felt odd but did not bother him in the least. As far as he could remember, Zev had never felt such terrain beneath his paws and knew that he wouldn’t have to get use to the feeling. His planes were to stay only for the night and then be on his way. Such a routine had been repeated many a time.
Amber opticals scanned his surroundings time and time again. As usual there didn’t seem to be any shelter. No matter, if this had to be then he would simply sleep in the open. Zev was never one to sleep for hours on end as it was, so why actually bother looking for shelter. The only times he really did search were when it felt as though a storm or another of mother natures curses filled the air. At this point, no sign of such things filled within the sky nor the air.
Always alert and guard always up, Zev’s nostrils flared searching for any scent of another wolf or perhaps even wolves. No doubt that there was at least one pack not far off from these lands. As he took in every scent that one could possibly take in, no scent of another wolf seemed to be present. Satisfied, Zev began to lower his body to the cracked earth near what looked to be a sprout of a tree that may never see the entirety of its life.
Allowing a sigh to emit from his body, Zev’s head lowered now resting on his front paws as his tail curled around his lower half. Slowly, amber eyes were hidden by ebon eyelids though one eye still seemed to be slightly opened. Zev was not about to fall into a full slumber when at any moment another rouge wolf, or even members of a pack could walk upon this terrain.
The ebon mascu, known as Zev, felt at ease. No others seemed to be around at this time which made him only thrive upon the lands more. In no way did he feel the need to come in contact with another, not at this point, and perhaps not ever. He never felt as though he was meant to stay in one place for a long period of time, not since his passing years. True living as a rouge had its downfalls what with not having fulfilling meals and barely ever having decent shelter. One thing that Zev enjoyed about being a rouge was the fact that he need not rely on another and vise versa. He had let far too many down in his past making it so that time had repeated itself and Zev would not allow that to happen again, not as long as his life continued on.
Large paws fell upon the cracked earth which in a way felt odd but did not bother him in the least. As far as he could remember, Zev had never felt such terrain beneath his paws and knew that he wouldn’t have to get use to the feeling. His planes were to stay only for the night and then be on his way. Such a routine had been repeated many a time.
Amber opticals scanned his surroundings time and time again. As usual there didn’t seem to be any shelter. No matter, if this had to be then he would simply sleep in the open. Zev was never one to sleep for hours on end as it was, so why actually bother looking for shelter. The only times he really did search were when it felt as though a storm or another of mother natures curses filled the air. At this point, no sign of such things filled within the sky nor the air.
Always alert and guard always up, Zev’s nostrils flared searching for any scent of another wolf or perhaps even wolves. No doubt that there was at least one pack not far off from these lands. As he took in every scent that one could possibly take in, no scent of another wolf seemed to be present. Satisfied, Zev began to lower his body to the cracked earth near what looked to be a sprout of a tree that may never see the entirety of its life.
Allowing a sigh to emit from his body, Zev’s head lowered now resting on his front paws as his tail curled around his lower half. Slowly, amber eyes were hidden by ebon eyelids though one eye still seemed to be slightly opened. Zev was not about to fall into a full slumber when at any moment another rouge wolf, or even members of a pack could walk upon this terrain.