One step closer

Augustus · 11-21-2011, 06:08 PM

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The stream bed offered him no solace as he sat on its bank. He shuffled his paws and swished his tail restlessly, unable to ease his racing thoughts. He could hardly stand to look at his reflection. When he did he saw them, his two parents, their features combined and collected in a single body; his body. He'd never noticed just how much he resembled them. His father's mark was present in his muscles, bone structure, and sheer size. His mother was in his fur, and when he looked at his eyes he saw hers instead. The only thing that seemed to make him his own was the green flecks that littered his irises. His mouth was set in a solemn frown and he looked at his surroundings. All was dull and drear, rocky, and uneven. The trenches looked even more miserable at night. His vision was limited in the fog, so all he saw were outlines of rock floating like ghosts on the horizon. The only sense left to him was hearing, and at the moment all was quiet.

He rose to his feet, unable to remain still. He traced his steps along the stream bank and began to pace slowly up and down. When one of his paws met the water he stopped and looked absently in the direction of the water. Is seeped between his toes, cool and inviting. For a moment he forgot himself. He heaved in a sigh and exhaled his tension. Without thinking he placed another paw in the water followed shortly by hind paws. He waded out into its middle. The stream was small, the deepest part of it only reaching up to his elbows. A smile eased itself onto his muzzle as he relaxed his cares to the blissful dancing of water around him. When he looked into it he found his reflection interrupted and distorted. He was something else now, a creature all his own. He swatted it with a paw and laughed. When it reformed he leaped at it this time, crashing down with a violent splash. His laughter grew louder, bubbling forth from his muzzle pure and deep, and happy. The sound startled him and he stopped suddenly. It had been such a long time since he'd laughed he hardly recognized the sound, but it felt good. He laughed again, exalting in the feel of it.

His laughter soon died as did his smile when his ears twitched catching the muffled thud of nearing footsteps. He rose his head to look in the direction. He saw a rough outline on the horizon and his nose drew in the scent. It was harder to read than normal, but he gathered that she was a wolf and female easily enough. A stray moonbeam finally broke through a wisp of fog and her eyes caught the light, glowing two different shades of color. When he saw her pelt his heart stopped, but he was able to recover quickly. The nightmare had come back to haunt him in those brief seconds, but her scent allowed him to push the thought aside easily. When she came closer something struck him as odd, or rather...it wasn't odd. The was what gave him pause the fact that she smelled normal. His ears perked with intrigue and his posture remained relaxed. He saw her rise to her full height when she saw him and his lips drew into a small smile. I'm not afraid of the dark, he called out to her with a swish of his tail.

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