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Post by Adarji Aro Ricr on May 11, 2010 20:29:27 GMT -5
Adarji Aro Ricr 
But she did dream…
And her eyes shed the water that had been held by sheer force of will and structural failure, as she remembered everything. Everything…
Everything…
She trashed and bolted, yet never moved and then she woke.
To the sounds of the fading wetlands, she opened her eyes to a mute blended picture unclear until she attempted to rise from her angle…to realize suddenly and with much horror that she was floating in the swamp-like a bloated corpse. One eye beneath the surface of the water forced to witness the scales and slime of its depths and one above witnessing…watching a clear fogless sunrise.
Wait…Clear!?!?
With extreme weakness and incredible effort that strained her until groaning Adarji rolled on to her chest, lifting her logged muzzle from the chilled water to stare at the world she now inhabited. She was resting on the pebbled shore of a cool mountain feeding creek, head hung low, panting. The world was crisp and cool-early spring and she was alone. Losing her will she let her head fall back to the bank, missing it by inches, her muzzle landing in the water once more…and she found that she was too weak to care. At last…the sky. A sigh broke free of her muzzle and stirred the tidal pool forming in the crevice of her jaw. The sky at last…and still she would lose her life. She would die here, body reduced to skin and bone she had nothing left for this new world to take. And so bitterly and without real consent she thought “Take it all” and closed her eyes. The last thing she could recall was lying on a similar sandbar deep in the Ginfar Wetlands...that had been days ago.
And so she lie. OOC Wc:400 (Tis sad...forgive me) Notes: Getting to know Adarji. |
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Post by Coraggio Skilgannon on May 19, 2010 16:38:24 GMT -5
The cool air of the morning hit the pup hard. He was the runt of the litter, and probably the most adventurous. There was little watching over him because no one really cared about the runt; or that's what Coraggio thought. The poor critter found himself hated by his own family. Everyone else got the attention when they did something good; he got little to none. He would act out to get more, and only get scolded for it, and he would get scolded for his siblings, too, even though it was their fault. He hated staying in the den because someone was always yelling or making fun of him. He needed the most guidance, but he didn't see it that way.
Coraggio managed to get a dead rabbit and clumsily carried it in his mouth. He was at the stage of starting to eat food, although his tummy was still full. He just liked the way he looked with the dead thing hanging from his jaws, despite making him tumble a few times. He stood by the creek, looking down at his reflection and standing tall and proud like he had seen other pack members do. He looked nice; although the position he wanted would probably never be his. He actually thought of ditching his home and becoming a lone of the sort; he'd heard stories of how brave they were and how they survived by themselves and lived for themselves.
The little runt started trotting along the small creek, following the little branches that broke off and stomping through the mud and goo to get as dirty as possible. That would show his parents to not pay attention to him. He giggled at the thought of them seeing him and dropped his still-warm find near the water. He rolled into the puddle, looking like a swamp monster when emerging from it. He picked up the little thing and continued on his journey.
He suddenly saw something quite curious; a figure lying half in the water, muzzle close to under the surface. The puppy took off, running to meet the sleeping guest. He knew no one yet, but he knew that another wolf meant company. He craved it. The puppy splashed noisily through the water and nudged the sleeping wolf. He had dropped the rabbit a few feet away, and pushed harder at the wolf's muzzle to get it onto the bank, closer to the meal. She seemed sick. Or tired as hell. The baby knew that food always made him feel better, so it might help her.
The sun glowed on he little thing's fur, but there were strange, green, circular designs on its pelt, with things inscribed on it. The puppy hadn't yet realized he was different, possibly because of lack of exposure to a lot of wolves, but he and his siblings all had them. Hey, hey, hey, lady, wake up! the puppy's squeaky voice came out sloppily, for he was rushed and excited for his first encounter outside of the den.
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