Home was Swift River, it was with Indru. But the rest of his "home" was where ever Ruiko had left to. The coming weeks he missed seeing the brown, tawny, and cream hide of his elder brother. Very much. It wasn't the same without him around. He'd come to an understanding of the whole thing, and all the more reason to find him. Stetching his long legs, he meandered the coarse of the river. The sky above was an ashen blue, and the sun shined onto his back with a warm embrace. The young Tainn was going to leave the lands of Swift River temporarily. No clear idea where to look, his plan was simple. Follow the river till the creek and call for Ruiko. There he'd have to insanely, patiently wait. If it meant a chance to hear from him it would be worth it. Coarse he hadn't told anyone what he was doing, surely he would be within the safe distance of home his steps kept him moving along. He needed to see Ruiko. The family already was missing many pieces like Kinis, Torla, and Niija, Triell did not need another one.
The wind tangle though, the onyx theads rushing past his face. Tongue lolled out the side of his jaws, freedom carried on his shoulders. He was officially nine months, and only three more from being a yearling, an adult. He didn't feel any different, and doubted when his birthday came it would hit him. One felt as old as they wanted, didn't they? It didn't mean he was no different. There was only more small changes. Inches had him taller, down his shoulders and ribs it was a little thicker. The scar from the loner was a lighter, thin patch of black, starting to dissapear day by day. On first glance, he could almost pass as adult. A closer look to his face still had the cuts of a child, and hind end of him was still gangly. Triell thought little about this, instead he let the scents of the world jump at his nose. The life underneath the cold ground speak to him, as the colors of earth that were starting to come back drift into his view. Like Cori said Spring was very, very close. An hour or two later he crossed through the cold waters, and shook himself when paws touched the dryer land . He was at his destination, and had no time to waste. Casting his head back, his lips shaped into an O and he sang a loud, long, alto note. Ruiko where are you? Fading from his lips, a happy attitude he found a hollow long and took up watch letting the sun dry his damp form.
The wind tangle though, the onyx theads rushing past his face. Tongue lolled out the side of his jaws, freedom carried on his shoulders. He was officially nine months, and only three more from being a yearling, an adult. He didn't feel any different, and doubted when his birthday came it would hit him. One felt as old as they wanted, didn't they? It didn't mean he was no different. There was only more small changes. Inches had him taller, down his shoulders and ribs it was a little thicker. The scar from the loner was a lighter, thin patch of black, starting to dissapear day by day. On first glance, he could almost pass as adult. A closer look to his face still had the cuts of a child, and hind end of him was still gangly. Triell thought little about this, instead he let the scents of the world jump at his nose. The life underneath the cold ground speak to him, as the colors of earth that were starting to come back drift into his view. Like Cori said Spring was very, very close. An hour or two later he crossed through the cold waters, and shook himself when paws touched the dryer land . He was at his destination, and had no time to waste. Casting his head back, his lips shaped into an O and he sang a loud, long, alto note. Ruiko where are you? Fading from his lips, a happy attitude he found a hollow long and took up watch letting the sun dry his damp form.
(This post was last modified: Mar 01, 2011, 01:14 AM by Triell.)
are you with me through it all?