His heart began to pound inside his chest…His run-in with the female had changed part of him, and though many days had passed since the last and only time that they’d been together, the blood pumping a life force through his body seemed to heat up at the thought of her memory. His mouth was dry and his limbs began to numb as he considered leaving the safety of the cove in the night. It took only a split second for his decision to be made: he would set out to find her with the hope that she really was more than an angel in what felt like a dream.
Quick to his feet, he rolled his weight back onto his haunches, stretching his forearms, neck, and shoulders before shaking it off. The male took in a deep breath as to stretch his chest and lungs; the journey would be long in the dark, and the pace would be swift. He stepped to the shore and drank from the chilled waters, watching the way that the hair on his limbs swayed in their currents. He did not look back into the fog as he departed, only forward to a destination whose location was rather unknown. <i>At the edge of the wood south of the thicket</i>. In his heart he felt as though her eyes would be his guiding light, should he lose his way.<i> Unlikely</i>, he laughed to himself cockily.
So the dark male traveled in the safety and danger of the night, guided only by scent and stars as he padded relentlessly. He climbed and descended many peaks and hills, crossing a few waterways and some open, sleepy fields on the way. Eventually he approached a forest line, a silhouette of towering coniferous trees whose interior was darker than the black of the sky. The wind was blowing mercilessly, whipping through his tattered, black coat and demanding tears from his silver eyes. His paws felt as though they were bleeding, and his nose was wet from running in the cold. He was tempted to seek shelter in the forest, but he dare not enter. There was only one reason that he would enter the wood, and it was not for safety.
He lifted his muzzle skyward, eyes piercing the moon as if to ask for it to bring her to him; a deep rumble was born inside of him, and it escaped into the night air – slow, steady, pleadingly, calling to the one whose eyes had brought so much light into the dark abyss that was his soul. The call was strong, confident, yet somber in its melodious tone. It was the first time in a long time that he had sang to the sky, and although his voice was unknown here, he had faith that she would hear it. His body shook, from the cold and from the emotion and the yearning, and he waited without dismay at the membrane of the forest.
(This post was last modified: Oct 31, 2011, 02:49 AM by Kade.)