having a bad day [p]

Timid Strong · 10-03-2010, 12:26 PM

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Ahh the post was longer than I thought it'd be. D:

It wouldn’t be right to say that Timid had never seen an ocean before, but she hadn’t been that close to one until today.

Restless for some reason that morning, the small hybrid had wandered all over the pack territory. She’d kept to herself more or less, stopping occasionally to rest and hunt small game, and it was noon when she came across a strong odor. She recognized it as the border markings. She paused, leaning forward slightly, ears pricked and liver-black nose twitching.

Indecisive as always.

It was her third week in the territory, and Timid had not once set foot outside of the boundaries. There had been no reason to. Phoenix Valley had been everything that she’d imagined, though some of the humanlike customs had been hard to get used to. Most of all, the pack was safe. She wasn’t in danger of starving or getting picked off by a large stranger or predator when she was within the claimed territory, surrounded by bigger and stronger wolves.

However, curiosity and boredom overcame her misgivings, and she wandered forward. There was the sound of water lapping against sand, and the scarce mewls of seagulls. She anticipated a great vast beach and a gorgeous blue ocean, and as she padded up a slope dotted with scrubby bushes, she began to wag her black tail and run faster.

But as she came to the top of the hill, the view wasn’t quite as amazing as she’d anticipated. The beach was very rocky, with tufts of sea grass popping up here and there. There was a very cool breeze in the air, making her shiver in her thin reddish-cream coat. She began to pick her way down the hill, avoiding sharp stones and grass, her small pads making indents in the sand. The smells here were fresh and interesting, and she licked a stone to taste the salt. This isn’t too bad, she decided, leaping onto one of the rocks and then splashing down into a small tide pool. Water splashed up around her twiggy forelegs and wet her pale throat.

Suddenly, pain lanced up her tail.

With an unbecoming yelp, the lupus hybrid whirled around to see the cause of the agony. She lashed her tail and stared at a dull brownish thing clinging to its tip. Spinning in a circle for a few moments, she became dizzy pursuing the attacker, and flopped down in the sand. The pain was deadening as she got more used to it, and it simply became an unpleasant pressure in her spine. When she managed to crane her neck to get a look at the assailant, she had to giggle. It was a crab.

But the fun didn’t end there. As she tried to think of a way to remove the crustacean, a mangy seabird noisily flapped over to a nearby rock. The gull peered at the crab hungrily and then swooped down, its beak clamping on the free pincer as it tugged at its prey. However, the crab was attached to a half-wolf, and she wasn’t thrilled about the newcomer.

“What the hell?!” Timid yapped, spinning around and coming face-to-face with the seagull. It cried out in shock as she leaped at it, but the movement of her tail caused pain to run through her spine again. Wincing, she growled at the bird, which strutted around the sand to get to her tail again. The process repeated itself a few times, until Timid decided it wasn’t worth the fight.

So she took off, a crab dangling from her tail, a seagull in pursuit.

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