Ashakanar
Resident Wolf
Yeah I'm old, What of it?
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Post by Ashakanar on Oct 5, 2007 14:51:29 GMT -5
The black wolf lead the she-wolf all the way to the base of the small mountain. After looking up the slope at the small cavern, he looks back at Lyliku.
"There it is, just up ahead. You want to run the last leg?"
Lyliku did not give an answer, but after a moment she started sprinting up to the cave, leaving the black wolf in the dust. Soon, the black wolf was sprinting along side Lyliku. Air blowing by the black wolf was exhilarating!
They sprint straight into the cavern, coming to a stop inside. Ash pants, "You are a pretty good runner." Lyliku was not even panting. "This place looks nice." Lyliku finizds a comfortable spot, her muzzle nestled in her front paws. "We will nap until a few hours before sun rise", she said as the last piece of light, glimmering over the mountains, winked out.
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Ashakanar
Resident Wolf
Yeah I'm old, What of it?
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Post by Ashakanar on Oct 5, 2007 15:21:54 GMT -5
Troubled by his thoughts, the black wolf could not sleep. Sleep would just not come to him. He tried changing positions, everything. It just wouldn't come.
What is happening to me. I really can not believe that I am sleeping with another wolf! Look at her, she is probably watching me. It looks like she is sleeping, but I can almost see her eyes, peering out at me. This is hell... I have to get out of here!
The black wolf, gets up, and, almost silently, walks out of the cavern. The farther he traveled away from Lyliku, the faster he ran. Sprinting at full speed through the forest, he flies right over a small stream. Skidding to a halt, he trots back over to the stream. Panting heavily, he dipped his Muzzle into the water, taking long and large gulps.
Halfway through a gulp, a howl, from a distance, pierces the air. Looks like Lyliku has finally realized I have left. Time to fly.
The black wolf swallows the small amount of water in his mouth, and sprints off at full speed to the north.
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Ashakanar
Resident Wolf
Yeah I'm old, What of it?
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Post by Ashakanar on Oct 9, 2007 17:33:36 GMT -5
The black wolf traveled constantly for several days with little sleep and even less food. Sleeping in the afternoon, he traveled mostly by night, figuring that discretion was the fastest way through the forest. It was getting harder and harder to wake up after each passing day, the will to live declining. Any sort of dog would have died days ago. This was the true test, the test to determine wolfhood, and he was determined to pass. Success would be survival. Failure would mean death, and proof that he is nothing more than a dog. He fought through each day with the little strength he had. Some days, he would find rewards. A bushel of berries, or an abandoned carcass, but not enough to quell his hunger. Through the stress of survival, he began to think back to the day he had spent with Lyliku. He had called that last night with her hell, and that was nothing close to it. He was experiencing a form of hell now. Hell was the voice within him telling him that it is not worth it. Hell was trying to consume him and he knew it.
At times, the black wolf lost his sense of direction. Or did he? It seemed he was wondering in circles, never getting anywhere. Or was he heading in one direction? Was that direction north? or south? He could not remember. He was heading somewhere, he just did not know where. Perhaps there were two paths he was heading down? The fork of the trail ahead of him could easily determine his future. Down one path lay doom, death, and, ultimately, hell. The other led to wolves, a pack being the only way to survive. Which path will he take? Are wolves worse than being consumed by the voice within?
A bird, singing in the distance, wakes the black wolf. He had not traveled nearly as far as he had thought. Realizing that he overslept, he picks himself up and walks, almost limping, to the small stream, unable to remember his dream. He plops down into the stream and begins drinking. After having a fare share of water, he crawls back out of the river, and begins trudging down the path he has been following for three days. After traveling for about an hour, he stops, studying the trail ahead. The thick forest ahead could easily be seen splitting into two distinct trails. A fork in the trail, and, almost like watching a movie, the dream flashes before his eyes. He knows what he must do. He must find other wolves, else be consumed by his own mind, descending into madness and, eventually, death.
Following only instinct, he starts walking down one of the paths, unaware of which path he took...
{move to post 13 of The Sun Baked Hillside}
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