Sex: MaleHis blood was boiling. His body itched all over from the heat that burned beneath his fur. He'd never felt angry before. It was a new sensation but one that his body seemed to enjoy, it was almost like his body had been waiting for this moment and it was currently high from the feeling of being so annoyed. It wasn't right for a pup his age to feel his pent up, but his life hadn't been an easy one so far and he felt like things were only going to get worse. He had already grown up fast, passing most of his childhood with days of hiding away and keeping himself entertained whilst his mother slipped off to find food, but since coming here he had seen her even less and filled his days with scaling the mountains, running the forest and bettering himself with his broken body. However none of his efforts prepared him enough for what he wanted.
His mother had been bleeding, a wound to the shoulder when he had left her at the lake. So enraged was he that he had ran the entire mountain. His long legs engulfed the stone paths, dips and cliffs with ease. It was funny really, when he thought about where he was going he would make mistakes but when his mind was elsewhere his body was a natural, almost graceful in the way it moved. It wasn't until his paws left the stone and were met with the hard earth of the rise that he stopped and realised he had scaled the mountain in just half a day, no stops, no breaks, nothing until his paws had screamed at him to stop and rest a while. He didn't want to, but his legs felt as if they were jelly, his lungs were sobbing from the ache within their bodies and his paws were raw from the trip.
The evening would arrive soon, but he didn't care. He didn't want to go back. He would not go back... well, just to fetch his mother, but he didn't want to see the lake ever again. He hated the place that had once been his kingdom. He didn't want to smell the salt of the lake, taste the icy wind from the mountain top anymore. He wanted out, he wanted it now. Damnit, why did he have to be so young?! Were he an adult, though his size was not far off, he would have left and been done with it. Taken his mother, dragged her kicking and screaming if he had to, and let those mangy mutts behind. A pack is what they called themselves. Yeah, a pack of losers. he thought sourly as his rear sank to the earth and he caught his breath. He cast a glance over his shoulder, looking up to the mountain peak, knowing what lie on the other side, it sent a rumble from his chest.
He shouldn't have left, but everything had happened so suddenly and he knew his place... he didn't mind having a go at the White Witch but he didn't want to interfere with his mother's plans. He wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Instead he had run. Run as fast and as far from that place as he could, if only to get some perspective and some clarity. The run hadn't helped, it just made him more angry as he knew he had to go back and find her, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a moment to get away, to be alone.
He looked around him, half of what he saw a blur, the other crystal clear. The golden flecks in his eyes glittered in the fading sunlight, soaking in the terrain. Winter was here, that was for sure. It had not snowed last night, but there were still patches here and there and most likely would be all winter. He didn't mind it, he was used to the cold and his body no longer protest at the absence of heat and being alone at night when it was coldest. The meadow was bright, as if on fire. The sun shone down hard on the flat terrain, but the red flowers that would normally cover the meadow were gone, leaving just tall grass all around him, right up to the woodland edge in the distance. He remembered that place, it was where he had met Ryvet, his friend. His only friend. A sad smile touched his lips as he thought of the white pup and his mismatched eyes, a longing in his throat to see him again and play without a care as they had before. Perhaps he could visit him? No, that would be silly. He stunk of the wolves from the lake now, he thought it likely he wouldn't be allowed to mingle with another pack. Why else had they made themselves so secluded from the rest of the world if they had been welcomed in it. He hoped he would see him again, but he certainly couldn't seek him out. A pity, because he had never laughed so much before that one day. He hoped the white boy would remember him and think fondly of him... but that was some time ago now and much had changed since then, including the bitterness inside him.
"Stupid White Witch." he muttered to himself, a fog of breath left his lips as warm air met cold and he watched the little cloud fade away. He sat in silence then, eyes open and alert, listening for something, anything. He hoped some stupid animal would cross his path, so he could tear it to shreds and take his anger at his crappy life out on it before he would collapse in a heap and sob until he couldn't breathe... unfortunately, there was nothing to be seen here except long grass.
His mother had been bleeding, a wound to the shoulder when he had left her at the lake. So enraged was he that he had ran the entire mountain. His long legs engulfed the stone paths, dips and cliffs with ease. It was funny really, when he thought about where he was going he would make mistakes but when his mind was elsewhere his body was a natural, almost graceful in the way it moved. It wasn't until his paws left the stone and were met with the hard earth of the rise that he stopped and realised he had scaled the mountain in just half a day, no stops, no breaks, nothing until his paws had screamed at him to stop and rest a while. He didn't want to, but his legs felt as if they were jelly, his lungs were sobbing from the ache within their bodies and his paws were raw from the trip.
The evening would arrive soon, but he didn't care. He didn't want to go back. He would not go back... well, just to fetch his mother, but he didn't want to see the lake ever again. He hated the place that had once been his kingdom. He didn't want to smell the salt of the lake, taste the icy wind from the mountain top anymore. He wanted out, he wanted it now. Damnit, why did he have to be so young?! Were he an adult, though his size was not far off, he would have left and been done with it. Taken his mother, dragged her kicking and screaming if he had to, and let those mangy mutts behind. A pack is what they called themselves. Yeah, a pack of losers. he thought sourly as his rear sank to the earth and he caught his breath. He cast a glance over his shoulder, looking up to the mountain peak, knowing what lie on the other side, it sent a rumble from his chest.
He shouldn't have left, but everything had happened so suddenly and he knew his place... he didn't mind having a go at the White Witch but he didn't want to interfere with his mother's plans. He wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Instead he had run. Run as fast and as far from that place as he could, if only to get some perspective and some clarity. The run hadn't helped, it just made him more angry as he knew he had to go back and find her, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a moment to get away, to be alone.
He looked around him, half of what he saw a blur, the other crystal clear. The golden flecks in his eyes glittered in the fading sunlight, soaking in the terrain. Winter was here, that was for sure. It had not snowed last night, but there were still patches here and there and most likely would be all winter. He didn't mind it, he was used to the cold and his body no longer protest at the absence of heat and being alone at night when it was coldest. The meadow was bright, as if on fire. The sun shone down hard on the flat terrain, but the red flowers that would normally cover the meadow were gone, leaving just tall grass all around him, right up to the woodland edge in the distance. He remembered that place, it was where he had met Ryvet, his friend. His only friend. A sad smile touched his lips as he thought of the white pup and his mismatched eyes, a longing in his throat to see him again and play without a care as they had before. Perhaps he could visit him? No, that would be silly. He stunk of the wolves from the lake now, he thought it likely he wouldn't be allowed to mingle with another pack. Why else had they made themselves so secluded from the rest of the world if they had been welcomed in it. He hoped he would see him again, but he certainly couldn't seek him out. A pity, because he had never laughed so much before that one day. He hoped the white boy would remember him and think fondly of him... but that was some time ago now and much had changed since then, including the bitterness inside him.
"Stupid White Witch." he muttered to himself, a fog of breath left his lips as warm air met cold and he watched the little cloud fade away. He sat in silence then, eyes open and alert, listening for something, anything. He hoped some stupid animal would cross his path, so he could tear it to shreds and take his anger at his crappy life out on it before he would collapse in a heap and sob until he couldn't breathe... unfortunately, there was nothing to be seen here except long grass.
(This post was last modified: Jan 02, 2013, 07:57 PM by Adonis.)
