It's A New Life

Augustus · 02-13-2012, 02:52 PM

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OOC: It's fine. I post Mon-Fri so I don't usually post on weekends. || Word Count →605

6 days. For six days she’d kept him waiting. Every howl, every stray scent along the border set him immediately on edge, pacing with eyes straining towards the horizon. 6 days of anxiety, wistful longing, and excitement made him reclusive. He stalked the eastern border by day and night, leaving only to eat or drink, and finally, when he could keep his eyes open for no longer, return to the den to sleep. His head was reeling, and he thought of nothing but her. Her face haunted him by day and night, every blot of dark chocolate in his vision setting his heart to racing, until his tongue lolled and he panted for breath. 6 days of torment. He was beginning to think she would not come. So much was his plight that that morning when he rose from the den and reached the border he’d been there just moments before his large black and white frame slumped to the ground and his eyes fluttered shut. His head and heart whirling with a mix of emotions and thoughts sleep was not so easy to come by even when the behemoth crawled back to the den exhausted. He dreamed and dreamed in fitful sleep.

The sun rose and was beginning its descent on the western horizon and the man hardly flicked a paw to acknowledge the passing of the day in the waking world. His white chest rose and fell with his even breathing and his eyes rarely fluttered as deep dreamless sleep took him for the first time in days. The world was still around him as predator and prey attended to their daily routines, with Augustus laying seemingly frozen in time. A flurry of snow had his pelt covered in a thin blanket of white, but he was dead to it all, dead to the world. It wasn’t until a melodic voice sounded somewhere near that the male stirred. A black rimmed ear twitched and slowly, so very slowly an eye crept open, then the other. He blinked to clear his vision, and rose immediately, heart suddenly jumping to life in his chest. He leapt to his feet and shook himself, eyes wide with horror as he noticed that the day was all but spent. How long had he been sleeping?

But he had little time to think it over as his mind slowly made the connection to his sudden arousal. A voice. Her voice! Hastily the male lifted his muzzle to the sky, singing a short song with vocal chords thick and husky from sleep. He slumped forward to rub his eyes with his forepaws before giving his great head a shake and bounding into an excited sprint. His paws seemed as alight as his heart and he seemed to fly. His tail wagged whenever it was not being thrashed this way and that to sustain his balance as he ran. It wasn’t until too late that he saw the two dark figures before him. Wait, two? His claws dug into the earth to prevent him from skidding into the other female. Soran, his nostrils cried. This was what he’d been waiting for 6 days. How could he have missed it? How could the other woman have reached her first? He cursed himself and cursed himself, and cursed even more as his paw caught a stray rock and he lost his footing. All one hundred and forty-five pounds of momentum crashing towards the pair. He didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to breathe, he just threw his head to his chest and hunched his shoulders and prayed this did not end badly.

Image credit to freelancah at deviantart

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