[M] Pretend a Little Longer

Citlali Kimaris · 05-21-2011, 02:23 PM

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He slipped through the forest, feeling damp leaves drag their sticky bodies across his sand-toned fur. The ground was soft and flooded over his ginger-white paws, clinging to his claws with heavy set mud. Sun beams danced before his dull green eyes, pooling in bright corners and splashing against tree trunks. Village tops could be seen in the distance behind the boy.

Citlali had awoken late inside the tower. It remained empty at the end of another week. Rain had poured all night, dripping and clanking from the stone roof and down the side of the rounded shelter. Another sliver of a crack had appeared on the window down stairs and the rain had waterlogged the door, causing it to crumble under its own weight. He left it all, eager to get out.

If he could kill an animal for materials and get started on leather, the day would be a productive one. Work desk or not, he couldn’t neglect the need to weave any longer. The temperature had risen since the morning, steadying out to the even spring heat and occasional cool breezes. Splashes of color caught his eye and caused him to step carefully over a blooming red bud. So far, the boy hadn’t caught a single scent of animal. Suddenly, bloodshed hit the air and instincts turned him towards the aroma.

More forest was laid out in every direction, dripping hesitantly. Citlali pushed back a leathery leaf, feeling the dew dampen his palm. The metallic flavor of red liquid grew stronger until eyes could make out a dark figure in past the woods. He came up carefully, unwilling to converse as always. Paws stepped silently, hoping to view the activity of the man and yet not be noticed. Another branch latched itself to his feathered tail, pulling off one of his dove feathers. The Kimaris boy feverishly tried to work it loose whilst trying not to draw to much attention.

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