02-10-2012, 05:23 PM
Merlin wondered hopelessly through the forest, his paws treading softly in the dirt. He felt stuck. His life didn't feel meaningful. He had helped others, drawn art and invented new ways to make his life easier. But now he felt like nothing was left to do.
He continued to walk through the forest, but soon got bored and slunk down, resting his back against a tree. He clipped open his pack and took out a wooden flute, he had discovered it on his last visit to old human land, and became obsessed with learning it, well at least he was obsessed, until he got bored of improving his skill, and just played it to stop his boredom.
He sighed, licked his lips and pressed them against the flute. He blew a few rough notes into the instrument, before playing a song he made called "A warm weather wish". He named it after his hopes of soon warm weather; he was tired of the cold. If there was one thing Merlin feared, it was intense chill.
He blew into the pipe and listened to the tune. He closed his eyes to absorb the song, hoping that it would point him away from being stuck.
He continued to walk through the forest, but soon got bored and slunk down, resting his back against a tree. He clipped open his pack and took out a wooden flute, he had discovered it on his last visit to old human land, and became obsessed with learning it, well at least he was obsessed, until he got bored of improving his skill, and just played it to stop his boredom.
He sighed, licked his lips and pressed them against the flute. He blew a few rough notes into the instrument, before playing a song he made called "A warm weather wish". He named it after his hopes of soon warm weather; he was tired of the cold. If there was one thing Merlin feared, it was intense chill.
He blew into the pipe and listened to the tune. He closed his eyes to absorb the song, hoping that it would point him away from being stuck.