03-08-2011, 05:33 PM
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OOC: Location ends up at Witch's Cauldron
Anyone is welcome, but I'd prefer only 1 or 2 people. I'm better in one on one or small groups. Zeb is in lupus form, and doesn't really like using any others. Also, sorry if this sucks. I'm not too good at opening posts.
From beneath a light layer of snow, two small brown eyes suddenly fluttered open giving the impression of some sort of snow beast. Zebedee was more than impressed when he awoke to discover his current predicament. He had traveled so far in the days preceding that he must have collapsed in a heap. Oh, and he must have been so out of it that he let himself get coated with the recent snowfall. He had no idea how long he was out for, but he knew it must have been a great while. He was built for the cold, and yet this chill had been present long enough that it had seeped straight into his bones. It was bordering on painful. He let out a soft grunt and allowed himself to slowly rise into a sitting position, snow cascading all around his broad frame. He felt stiff- moving almost hurt him.
He took this time to shake the rest of the snow from his fur, coming to a stand in the process. He also took a moment to lick snowflakes from his stubby whiskers with his darkly colored tongue. He dropped into a full stretch, groaning at how his young body seemed to resist him. Alright, that was enough time waking up. He may hurt, but he was ready for the day. He climbed out of the small impression his lupus body had made in the snow, taking in a big gulp of the morning air. The scenery was truly beautiful to him as he peered around- he had a soft spot for the winter. It reminded him of the short time he got to spend with his mother. "Here I come," He warned the world aloud. And then he began to trot forward, tail wagging halfheartedly against his back. His mood was beginning to elevate naturally, despite the loneliness that had nagged at his heart when he awoke. It was a new day. He was ready to take it on.
That trot soon developed into a full run, fired by his growing enthusiasm. Even if he was alone again today, he was going to keep moving. Who knew what the future held? He ran a good distance before he suddenly stopped short, stumbling over his paws until he fell face first to the ground. He let out a loud, audible gasp. He had seen something strange. He scrambled back to his feet, his maw cracking open in shock and awe. What was this place? His eyes seemed to become alight with puppish wonder, despite his age.
Before him rolled the ocean. He had lived in the forest his entire life (not counting the times he had spent roaming the abandoned human areas), and had never wandered in the direction of the coast before. He had never seen a beach before in all of his young life. He felt the excitement spark through his entire body, as if he were suddenly being shocked. He took a few cautious steps forward, and then bounded toward the coast, paying little mind to the rocks pricking at his pawpads. He couldn't suppress a yelp as the ice cold water washed over his lower legs, and he took a leap back. And then he was grinning.
He took some time to play in the water, splashing and chasing the waves- running when they chased back. Soon enough he was tired of this, however, and decided to continue his explorations. As he padded carefully across the sharp rocks, eyes taking everything in, he eventually came across a stretch of sand. The stretch was curved, and bordered by rather tall cliffs. He hurried forward excitedly, eager to play on this new shoreline.
But as said before, Zeb had no prior knowledge in regards to the ocean, and he was too distracted to notice the waves growing in height. High tide was approaching.
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OOC: Location ends up at Witch's Cauldron
Anyone is welcome, but I'd prefer only 1 or 2 people. I'm better in one on one or small groups. Zeb is in lupus form, and doesn't really like using any others. Also, sorry if this sucks. I'm not too good at opening posts.From beneath a light layer of snow, two small brown eyes suddenly fluttered open giving the impression of some sort of snow beast. Zebedee was more than impressed when he awoke to discover his current predicament. He had traveled so far in the days preceding that he must have collapsed in a heap. Oh, and he must have been so out of it that he let himself get coated with the recent snowfall. He had no idea how long he was out for, but he knew it must have been a great while. He was built for the cold, and yet this chill had been present long enough that it had seeped straight into his bones. It was bordering on painful. He let out a soft grunt and allowed himself to slowly rise into a sitting position, snow cascading all around his broad frame. He felt stiff- moving almost hurt him.
He took this time to shake the rest of the snow from his fur, coming to a stand in the process. He also took a moment to lick snowflakes from his stubby whiskers with his darkly colored tongue. He dropped into a full stretch, groaning at how his young body seemed to resist him. Alright, that was enough time waking up. He may hurt, but he was ready for the day. He climbed out of the small impression his lupus body had made in the snow, taking in a big gulp of the morning air. The scenery was truly beautiful to him as he peered around- he had a soft spot for the winter. It reminded him of the short time he got to spend with his mother. "Here I come," He warned the world aloud. And then he began to trot forward, tail wagging halfheartedly against his back. His mood was beginning to elevate naturally, despite the loneliness that had nagged at his heart when he awoke. It was a new day. He was ready to take it on.
That trot soon developed into a full run, fired by his growing enthusiasm. Even if he was alone again today, he was going to keep moving. Who knew what the future held? He ran a good distance before he suddenly stopped short, stumbling over his paws until he fell face first to the ground. He let out a loud, audible gasp. He had seen something strange. He scrambled back to his feet, his maw cracking open in shock and awe. What was this place? His eyes seemed to become alight with puppish wonder, despite his age.
Before him rolled the ocean. He had lived in the forest his entire life (not counting the times he had spent roaming the abandoned human areas), and had never wandered in the direction of the coast before. He had never seen a beach before in all of his young life. He felt the excitement spark through his entire body, as if he were suddenly being shocked. He took a few cautious steps forward, and then bounded toward the coast, paying little mind to the rocks pricking at his pawpads. He couldn't suppress a yelp as the ice cold water washed over his lower legs, and he took a leap back. And then he was grinning.
He took some time to play in the water, splashing and chasing the waves- running when they chased back. Soon enough he was tired of this, however, and decided to continue his explorations. As he padded carefully across the sharp rocks, eyes taking everything in, he eventually came across a stretch of sand. The stretch was curved, and bordered by rather tall cliffs. He hurried forward excitedly, eager to play on this new shoreline.
But as said before, Zeb had no prior knowledge in regards to the ocean, and he was too distracted to notice the waves growing in height. High tide was approaching.
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