11-17-2011, 04:58 PM
Merlin squinted his eyes as the flash of a new morning whipped into his eyes. He covered his brown eyes with his arm until they adjusted to the light. The day was fresh, a lucky day since it was autumn. Merlin breathed in a cool, gust of air before walking back into his cave.
He wanted go on a little expedition today, his thirst for art was getting worse, but his Cliffside home wasn't the best view for a bit of drawing, so a journey to the beachside was necessary for a good landscape. He padded over to his leather pack and filled it with the needs of a day’s journey. He packed some paper and charcoal, some berries in case of small hunger, and a scarf. Autumn was a strange season; it could look sunny at first, but could be as cold as a mountain breeze. He stood up and lifted his pack over his shoulder. He grabbed his belt and attached his bow and arrow quiver. He stepped outside and accessed a good path to take. If he could find the river, he could follow it and get to a seaside. He brushed his hair with his paw to make it into its scruffy style and began to walk towards the deep forest. He stopped after walking for a few minutes and dipped his finger into the soft soil; it was partly moist, meaning Merlin was heading the right idea for the river. He lifted himself up again and continued towards the direction he was heading.
It wasn't long until he heard the sound of rushing water. He rushed forward and found the light blue waves of the river. He walked over to its edge and splashed water over his face. He drank for a couple of minutes until he felt satisfied enough to continue. He looked at the water; it was rapidly rushing towards the east which meant the ocean was toward the east. He rose to his feet and followed the flow of water in the river.
He wanted go on a little expedition today, his thirst for art was getting worse, but his Cliffside home wasn't the best view for a bit of drawing, so a journey to the beachside was necessary for a good landscape. He padded over to his leather pack and filled it with the needs of a day’s journey. He packed some paper and charcoal, some berries in case of small hunger, and a scarf. Autumn was a strange season; it could look sunny at first, but could be as cold as a mountain breeze. He stood up and lifted his pack over his shoulder. He grabbed his belt and attached his bow and arrow quiver. He stepped outside and accessed a good path to take. If he could find the river, he could follow it and get to a seaside. He brushed his hair with his paw to make it into its scruffy style and began to walk towards the deep forest. He stopped after walking for a few minutes and dipped his finger into the soft soil; it was partly moist, meaning Merlin was heading the right idea for the river. He lifted himself up again and continued towards the direction he was heading.
It wasn't long until he heard the sound of rushing water. He rushed forward and found the light blue waves of the river. He walked over to its edge and splashed water over his face. He drank for a couple of minutes until he felt satisfied enough to continue. He looked at the water; it was rapidly rushing towards the east which meant the ocean was toward the east. He rose to his feet and followed the flow of water in the river.