http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/RaisTable2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 100px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align:justify;">A cool breeze rustled the red flowers that blanketed the rise. It was around noon, and while the sun was high in the sky it was frequently veiled by the clouds slowly crawling across the sky. A marbled grey wolf cut through the vibrant covering of blooms, almost looking like a tiny cloud that had wandered too low to the earth, drifting eastward. Rais was up to his eyes in the blossoms, and occasionally he had to lift his head above the plants to see what was ahead. But each time he looked he only found there were even more flowers.
Rais had a lot of excitement in his first few weeks in the Lore. It was more than his rascally heart could have ever hoped for, really. He laughed at the thought of the giant lazy frog he had run into at the marsh, and the extraordinarily grouchy wolf that he had succeeded in making laugh, even if it was just a single chuckle. Things hadn't gone so well after that though, and Rais wondered if the stranger were just a chronic grump. Rais thought that that was a miserable way to live. Why waste time on being boring and withdrawn, when life was already so short? Rais lived to get what he wanted and have fun all the while, even if it might be at another's expense.
Eventually Rais made it to the top of the knoll and looked towards the foothills of the mountains, Riddle Heights, he recalled. That had been one of the first places he had visited when he entered the Lore. It was a ruggedly beautiful place, especially the view from up there. But they still looked nice from down here, as well. Rais leaned his weight back in a cat-like stretch, then lay down on the ground, almost hidden by the flowers. His front legs were stretched out in front of him and he rested his chin on them. He wasn't tired, and he wouldn't sleep, he just wanted to take a break from walking for a little bit. Since leaving home, he had never walked so much in his life.
Rais had a lot of excitement in his first few weeks in the Lore. It was more than his rascally heart could have ever hoped for, really. He laughed at the thought of the giant lazy frog he had run into at the marsh, and the extraordinarily grouchy wolf that he had succeeded in making laugh, even if it was just a single chuckle. Things hadn't gone so well after that though, and Rais wondered if the stranger were just a chronic grump. Rais thought that that was a miserable way to live. Why waste time on being boring and withdrawn, when life was already so short? Rais lived to get what he wanted and have fun all the while, even if it might be at another's expense.
Eventually Rais made it to the top of the knoll and looked towards the foothills of the mountains, Riddle Heights, he recalled. That had been one of the first places he had visited when he entered the Lore. It was a ruggedly beautiful place, especially the view from up there. But they still looked nice from down here, as well. Rais leaned his weight back in a cat-like stretch, then lay down on the ground, almost hidden by the flowers. His front legs were stretched out in front of him and he rested his chin on them. He wasn't tired, and he wouldn't sleep, he just wanted to take a break from walking for a little bit. Since leaving home, he had never walked so much in his life.