07-22-2009, 06:09 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/char ... _tears.jpg); background-color:#0E141B; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:246px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Whisper Beach. The sky was coated in a thick cover of clouds, dark and gray and brewing. Though they threatened rain, it had yet to come. Charon was glad for that; he hardly knew where to find shelter here. He had sort of figured out what this place was—there wasn't just one pack here, there were actually several. Charon had never been so excited before in his life upon learning that fact from the first wolf he'd met, a pale white wolf who went by the name of Lannen. That experience hadn't taught him much, however, and Charon was eager to explore more on his own. He'd already discovered the city, and he'd spent the last few days rummaging through there, delighted at the number of human artifacts he'd discovered there. Even so, the silvery canid wasn't sure he wanted to settle there. After all, he hadn't found much in the way of food, and after two days his belly growled and grumbled. He had followed the winding highway out of the city to this place, to the sea. The ocean was strange here; it was calmer and less icy than he'd ever seen it. Char had never seen a shoreline that wasn't jagged ice. Even the lack of freeze didn't make this beach any more interesting, however, and after a quick look around he continued along the highway, his large Secui claws clicking rhythmically against the asphalt as he went about his merry way, tail swishing behind him. After a few minutes of this travel, and he departed from the human road to the wilderness, heading deeper into the forest. His gait was slow, and for once, Charon seemed like the predator he looked. He was a massive wolf, with large shoulders and a heavy-set belly that had begun to shrink during his travels. His father was a rather large wolf, and some might go so far as to call him fat, though Charon had never so much as thought those words. He feared his father, and the punishments he'd endured as a child and even an adult were sore reminders why he'd left the place he'd been born. The hunger gnawing at his belly forced him to focus for a minute, and he slowed even further, taking careful steps and being as quiet as a creature as large as Charon could be. The Secui's walk slowed, and he halted, barely twitching a muscle as his deep azure eyes gazed forward, peering at the young female doe grazing nearby a patch of dense underbrush. Without so much of a whisper of a plan, Charon exploded from the underbrush, leaping forward at the frightened creature as she took off, diving into the thick underbrush. The big wolf followed, plunging carelessly into the thicket of brambles and vines. The smaller creature rather quickly escaped through underbrush while Char was still flailing in its shallows, too large to so easily maneuver himself around in the thicket of foliage. Already, the wolf realized further pursuit was futile, and he carefully disengaged himself from the tangled mess, and sat down glumly, picking a thorn out of his forepaw with his teeth and spitting it on the ground in anger. Great. Now he was hungry and his damn paw hurt. What else could go wrong? |