08-02-2008, 03:43 AM
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WC:411
He plodded on, one foot after another, amber eyes still intently watching the horizon. It was still just as empty as it had been an hour ago, two hours ago, two days ago. He stumbled a little in the softening sand beneath his feet, but he caught himself, regaining his balance. Compared to the past, Ehno was much more used to his fully shifted from. Back at home it was never necessary to change from the comfortable four-legged form, so it had taken quite some time to fully get used to. He had seldom shifted during his travels, preferring to remain as he always had. Yet lending a hand on that Spanish ship required that he change his ways, living in his fully shifted almost constantly. Without opposable thumbs, he was completely useless aboard the vessel.
The young male came to a halt, one foot half-heartedly kicking the sand in frustration. He looked to the stormy skies and down to the sea, searching one last time for the ship, as if there had been some place he had missed. But who was he kidding? The sailors were long gone, and with them, any chance he had of immediately returning home. It was high time he came to his senses and headed inland in search of food, shelter, and any signs of other wolves. He was tired, hungry, lonely, and as he began to think more realistically about his situation, he was becoming distressed. He would go crazy if he kept wandering the shoreline all alone.
Ehno was torn from his thoughts as a familiar shout rang through the air, followed by the sounds of hurried footsteps. He turned his head to the familiar voice—It couldn’t be her, right?—eyes widening in shock as he recognized the figure rushing toward him. It was his sister. But… how? As she jumped up to him, he instinctively pulled his arms around her in a hug, his mind a flurry of confused and excited and relieved thoughts. “Savina?! Che fa lei qui?” he choked out, pulling her close and fighting back tears. This was too good to be true, nothing more than a dream, wasn’t it? But it all felt so real. He pulled back slightly, turning his amber gaze to her jade one as if to determine if this was really happening. “Sì, sì, è realmente me!” Maybe if he kept talking, and kept believing, it would all turn out to be real.
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WC:411He plodded on, one foot after another, amber eyes still intently watching the horizon. It was still just as empty as it had been an hour ago, two hours ago, two days ago. He stumbled a little in the softening sand beneath his feet, but he caught himself, regaining his balance. Compared to the past, Ehno was much more used to his fully shifted from. Back at home it was never necessary to change from the comfortable four-legged form, so it had taken quite some time to fully get used to. He had seldom shifted during his travels, preferring to remain as he always had. Yet lending a hand on that Spanish ship required that he change his ways, living in his fully shifted almost constantly. Without opposable thumbs, he was completely useless aboard the vessel.
The young male came to a halt, one foot half-heartedly kicking the sand in frustration. He looked to the stormy skies and down to the sea, searching one last time for the ship, as if there had been some place he had missed. But who was he kidding? The sailors were long gone, and with them, any chance he had of immediately returning home. It was high time he came to his senses and headed inland in search of food, shelter, and any signs of other wolves. He was tired, hungry, lonely, and as he began to think more realistically about his situation, he was becoming distressed. He would go crazy if he kept wandering the shoreline all alone.
Ehno was torn from his thoughts as a familiar shout rang through the air, followed by the sounds of hurried footsteps. He turned his head to the familiar voice—It couldn’t be her, right?—eyes widening in shock as he recognized the figure rushing toward him. It was his sister. But… how? As she jumped up to him, he instinctively pulled his arms around her in a hug, his mind a flurry of confused and excited and relieved thoughts. “Savina?! Che fa lei qui?” he choked out, pulling her close and fighting back tears. This was too good to be true, nothing more than a dream, wasn’t it? But it all felt so real. He pulled back slightly, turning his amber gaze to her jade one as if to determine if this was really happening. “Sì, sì, è realmente me!” Maybe if he kept talking, and kept believing, it would all turn out to be real.