07-13-2011, 10:38 PM
She awoke that morning to fog, coating the shoreline in a cape of silver-white, creeping along the coast with ghostly tendrils. The sun was not visible, though the faintest hues of its rise could be seen through the endless white. The air was thick and humid, with the faintest scent of rain-One that lingered almost all the time on the coastline.
Stretching, the young Ethiopian Wolf stood up from the sand, shaking off her dirty, rather matted fur. The wet, sticky sand held on in clumps, giving her ordinarily matted an even dirtier touch. As she, still half asleep, walked up to the shore, listening to the waves, she pondered what she would do. Should I hunt? She tapped the salty water tentatively with a paw-She tasted it yesterday, and didn't exactly find it appealing, more of appaling. It was pleasantly warm, with the slightest shill of the morning. Still, however it tempted her, she didn't dip into the water; She had no desire to get salt in her already sandy coat.
Zema turned around with a final, wistful look at the waves, began to pad back across the shoreline, wondering ackwardly what to do. Where was her brother when she needed him? Her lips curled up slightly in annoyance, before she merely sighed. Not now. She continued to walk. The Isle on which she was situated, Sea Dog, had a few old trees. Perhaps she could find something to eat among the dead branches.
Walking along the treeline, she chanced to see the furry body of a mink slide into the woods. It wasn't what she would normally eat, which was about contained to "Rodent!" A mink looked rodent-like, however, so what the heck? She slowly began to follow it, moving slow enough for the animal not to notice, but quick enough so it should not get away. Her ears flattened as she saw the animal stop, perhaps sensing her. Now or never.
Zema's eyes gleamed, and she jumped halfway into the clearing, onto the animal. The Mink, however, was faster than her, and slithered through her paws. It dashed towards the edge of the clearing, and Zema, growling with annoyance, chased after it. It was a dense move; She knew. Still, now it wasn't breakfast at stake-It was pride.
Zema jumped over fallen branches, wove through trees, and clambered (rather slowly) over rocks. She shot after the animal, all in vain, as it dashed under the roots of a tree.
Zema was furious. She dug wildly at the roots, thinking of her utter stupidity, and how annoying this scenario was. Still, it wasn't like someone was watching her. As far as she knew, she was alone on this isle-pleasingly alone. It was nice to be in solitude.
The Mink, freaking out from this destruction of its home, shot out the other side. Zema, however, was oblivious. She growled angrily, and it was quite a while, and a lot of digging, before she realized the animal was gone. At the point of which she sighed miserably, sat down, and moped, wallowing in self-pity.
"Why am I so stupid lately?" She complained, staring at the mess she had made of the tree's roots. "I can't even catch that dumb little mink!" Her lips curled up in a furious growl, and she stomped a paw on the ground. "The only thing that could make this day worse, however," She said, sounding rather smug, while staring at her sand stained coat, "Is impossible." She shut her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, where's that Mink?" Zema wondered aloud, glancing around and sniffing to try and catch the scent.
Stretching, the young Ethiopian Wolf stood up from the sand, shaking off her dirty, rather matted fur. The wet, sticky sand held on in clumps, giving her ordinarily matted an even dirtier touch. As she, still half asleep, walked up to the shore, listening to the waves, she pondered what she would do. Should I hunt? She tapped the salty water tentatively with a paw-She tasted it yesterday, and didn't exactly find it appealing, more of appaling. It was pleasantly warm, with the slightest shill of the morning. Still, however it tempted her, she didn't dip into the water; She had no desire to get salt in her already sandy coat.
Zema turned around with a final, wistful look at the waves, began to pad back across the shoreline, wondering ackwardly what to do. Where was her brother when she needed him? Her lips curled up slightly in annoyance, before she merely sighed. Not now. She continued to walk. The Isle on which she was situated, Sea Dog, had a few old trees. Perhaps she could find something to eat among the dead branches.
Walking along the treeline, she chanced to see the furry body of a mink slide into the woods. It wasn't what she would normally eat, which was about contained to "Rodent!" A mink looked rodent-like, however, so what the heck? She slowly began to follow it, moving slow enough for the animal not to notice, but quick enough so it should not get away. Her ears flattened as she saw the animal stop, perhaps sensing her. Now or never.
Zema's eyes gleamed, and she jumped halfway into the clearing, onto the animal. The Mink, however, was faster than her, and slithered through her paws. It dashed towards the edge of the clearing, and Zema, growling with annoyance, chased after it. It was a dense move; She knew. Still, now it wasn't breakfast at stake-It was pride.
Zema jumped over fallen branches, wove through trees, and clambered (rather slowly) over rocks. She shot after the animal, all in vain, as it dashed under the roots of a tree.
Zema was furious. She dug wildly at the roots, thinking of her utter stupidity, and how annoying this scenario was. Still, it wasn't like someone was watching her. As far as she knew, she was alone on this isle-pleasingly alone. It was nice to be in solitude.
The Mink, freaking out from this destruction of its home, shot out the other side. Zema, however, was oblivious. She growled angrily, and it was quite a while, and a lot of digging, before she realized the animal was gone. At the point of which she sighed miserably, sat down, and moped, wallowing in self-pity.
"Why am I so stupid lately?" She complained, staring at the mess she had made of the tree's roots. "I can't even catch that dumb little mink!" Her lips curled up in a furious growl, and she stomped a paw on the ground. "The only thing that could make this day worse, however," She said, sounding rather smug, while staring at her sand stained coat, "Is impossible." She shut her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, where's that Mink?" Zema wondered aloud, glancing around and sniffing to try and catch the scent.