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Post by Schuyller on Apr 25, 2009 2:23:57 GMT
It was late in the day. The sun had set quite some time ago, leaving only a dull streak of color across the western sky. Already the sky was a deep navy blue, nearly black, with hazy cloud groupings blotched directly above, outlined in a glowing lighter blue. The moon was out, but only a sliver of it's normal size, though it still gave off a nice glowing light. The overall effect was beautiful and held Schuyller rapt as he stood a few meters off from the river.
He'd wandered down from the quick flowing rapids to the end, where the force of the water bellowed up in great foamy clumps. It was off to his left, the only sound he could hear besides the occasional cricket. Further upstream he had been resting near the shore and only now, when it was cooler, had began to wander. He was young, just past two years, and still had not managed to travel too far into the lands, so he was taking it all in now. So far he hadn't seen any wolves, let alone met any. Despite coming from a pack, albiet not a great one, he wasn't keen on joining a pack quite so quickly, but he wasn't appalled to the idea of not being alone.
He stood tall, his tail limply blowing in the warm breeze at his heels. His thick fur was on end, brushed to one side. He was still looking up at the sky, his glassy gray eyes taking on a blueish tint rather than their normal green luster. Slowly he began to look away, his tongue parting from his mouth as he turned his attention to the swift moving river. Gingerly he moved from his position and edged closer to the shore.
The water moved swiftly, and in the light, he couldn't quite make out the shapes beneath the surface. He took another step closer. "Ew ew ew." His voice suddenly broke the stillness, smooth and bell-like, as his foot sunk into the moist river bed. Muck squished up between his toes, that were already stained a ruddy red. He recoiled in disgust before he simply sighed, doing his best to ignore the feeling as he bent down for a drink.
While he knew it was unlikely for him to fall in he was still cautious and looked warily at the rocks he knew were likely cloaked in the white foam.
[/center]He'd wandered down from the quick flowing rapids to the end, where the force of the water bellowed up in great foamy clumps. It was off to his left, the only sound he could hear besides the occasional cricket. Further upstream he had been resting near the shore and only now, when it was cooler, had began to wander. He was young, just past two years, and still had not managed to travel too far into the lands, so he was taking it all in now. So far he hadn't seen any wolves, let alone met any. Despite coming from a pack, albiet not a great one, he wasn't keen on joining a pack quite so quickly, but he wasn't appalled to the idea of not being alone.
He stood tall, his tail limply blowing in the warm breeze at his heels. His thick fur was on end, brushed to one side. He was still looking up at the sky, his glassy gray eyes taking on a blueish tint rather than their normal green luster. Slowly he began to look away, his tongue parting from his mouth as he turned his attention to the swift moving river. Gingerly he moved from his position and edged closer to the shore.
The water moved swiftly, and in the light, he couldn't quite make out the shapes beneath the surface. He took another step closer. "Ew ew ew." His voice suddenly broke the stillness, smooth and bell-like, as his foot sunk into the moist river bed. Muck squished up between his toes, that were already stained a ruddy red. He recoiled in disgust before he simply sighed, doing his best to ignore the feeling as he bent down for a drink.
While he knew it was unlikely for him to fall in he was still cautious and looked warily at the rocks he knew were likely cloaked in the white foam.
