One step closer

Augustus · 11-17-2011, 05:29 PM

[html]

OOC: Back-dated Nov. 8th. The Trenches

Word Count → 503

Laying in the shelter of a sheer ridge in the dreary early evening gloom was Augustus. The heavy fog seemed to bring the night time with it, and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes open. He curled into a protective ball and wrapped his tail around him, and was soon off to sleep. Darkness took over him and all of a sudden he was running. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his feet hardly touched the ground. He used all his focus to keep himself from looking back, determined not to see their faces. He could hear them, despite his attempts to block out their cries 'Traitor' they called him and 'Murderer.' He drove himself harder, lengthening his strides until his muscles cried out in pain. Their jaws snapped at his hind legs, some missing the mark, but the ones that connected sent stabs of pain up his legs. Something grabbed his tail, he could feel teeth ripping into it, but he wouldn't stop, he couldn't. If he stopped they were surly tear him apart. He had to make for the border, it was his only hope. He wanted to cry out, tell them to stop and listen to him, but somehow knew he would not be heard.

In his slumber his feet began to kick out and he whimpered and cried to the night air. His eyes were closed, but were contracting rapidly as if blinking while asleep. His breathing was heavier and audible. In his minds eye he was looking back now, the others chasing him had vanished, but one face remained looming ominously behind. His eyes were a burning amber, his pelt, black as midnight. He lips were curled into a triumphant grin. Augustus was no longer running. Father, why? he asked, but Lionel said nothing and began to fade into blackness. Augustus's eyes snapped open and he jerked his head up. His chest was falling and rising rapidly as he looked around him. He saw no one there, and he was all alone once again. His smelled the stench of fear and took a moment to realize it had come from him. He was thankful for the moment that he was indeed alone, at least it had saved himself some embarrassment.

He got up and stretched, attempting to even out his breathing and lower his heart rate. Sleep was useless at this point so he decided to refresh himself in a neighboring stream. The cool water felt good on his face and he emerged from the waters dripping in the gloom. The fog had thickened and the trenches were strangely dim and eerily quiet. It was unsettling to the white and black male as the nightmare still lingered freshly in his mind. He milled about the stream's bank, unsure of what to do with himself. He lowered himself to sit on his haunches finally and heaved a deep sigh, gazing up hopelessly at the sky.

Table Template by the Mentors!

Login




Remember me Lost Password?