07-16-2008, 02:52 PM
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AW. Backdated to the 13th please? :o
sharksIt seemed that no matter where their population moved, the northern territories were the loneliest of them all. Of course, he had never had much of a chance to explore the outer lying regions of the old lands, but his escape route had been tellingly empty. Most of the packs and the more popular neutral territories had lay to the west, and so it was to the west that everyone had fled. Over the mountain, that would save them. Standing at the top of a particularly tall hill, the grey coyote could see the sea. In the mid-morning sunlight, it glistened vibrantly, endlessly; it was a world that extended forever beyond his reaches, bathed in beautiful. The ocean had enchanted from the first day he had seen it. Occasionally, he still remembered the words of that one wolf that had told him about the lands that lay beyond it. Older now, it still seemed like something out of a dream, the idea that the ocean ended somewhere. Then again, maybe his current half-hearted belief that the sea went on forever was the dream, and what the wolf had said was the harsher reality. He didn't know how much he really wanted to know the truth, but in the end, he doubted he would ever be able to put himself out on a boat to find out.
sharksHis conversation with Castor had also evolved into a discussion about growing up and finding oneself, a topic he had explored again on the same strip of beach with a wolf named Tsunami. Arkham wasn't sure if his departure from his family counted as some kind of adventure into self-discovery, but it was hard to deny that the experience had changed him. The apathy of his younger days had faded considerably. Away from his sheltered life, some things had become more important than others, and quiet ambition rose in the back of his mind. The coyote still didn't have a sure plan for himself, but homeless and alone, he could not content himself to just lay on a beach watching clouds float by day after day.
sharksThe sun was warm, but he did not remove the tan cloak from his back or the scarf from his face that covered everything except his ears and eyes. Turning from the ocean, he could see a field of sunflowers in the distance, strangely isolated on the endless plains. The rocky shore crept southward as well, and he was sure that Inferni had resettled on a beach. The mint hung in clusters from his neck, half hidden by the drapery, but ever successful at masking his scent. Sighing deeply, the young male started slowly down the hill.
sharksIt seemed that no matter where their population moved, the northern territories were the loneliest of them all. Of course, he had never had much of a chance to explore the outer lying regions of the old lands, but his escape route had been tellingly empty. Most of the packs and the more popular neutral territories had lay to the west, and so it was to the west that everyone had fled. Over the mountain, that would save them. Standing at the top of a particularly tall hill, the grey coyote could see the sea. In the mid-morning sunlight, it glistened vibrantly, endlessly; it was a world that extended forever beyond his reaches, bathed in beautiful. The ocean had enchanted from the first day he had seen it. Occasionally, he still remembered the words of that one wolf that had told him about the lands that lay beyond it. Older now, it still seemed like something out of a dream, the idea that the ocean ended somewhere. Then again, maybe his current half-hearted belief that the sea went on forever was the dream, and what the wolf had said was the harsher reality. He didn't know how much he really wanted to know the truth, but in the end, he doubted he would ever be able to put himself out on a boat to find out.
sharksHis conversation with Castor had also evolved into a discussion about growing up and finding oneself, a topic he had explored again on the same strip of beach with a wolf named Tsunami. Arkham wasn't sure if his departure from his family counted as some kind of adventure into self-discovery, but it was hard to deny that the experience had changed him. The apathy of his younger days had faded considerably. Away from his sheltered life, some things had become more important than others, and quiet ambition rose in the back of his mind. The coyote still didn't have a sure plan for himself, but homeless and alone, he could not content himself to just lay on a beach watching clouds float by day after day.
sharksThe sun was warm, but he did not remove the tan cloak from his back or the scarf from his face that covered everything except his ears and eyes. Turning from the ocean, he could see a field of sunflowers in the distance, strangely isolated on the endless plains. The rocky shore crept southward as well, and he was sure that Inferni had resettled on a beach. The mint hung in clusters from his neck, half hidden by the drapery, but ever successful at masking his scent. Sighing deeply, the young male started slowly down the hill.
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