08-05-2008, 01:56 PM
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After meeting with the Twilight Vale leader Leland had made his way up the long coast line, the beach seemed to go on forever. When the rain let up, he didn’t mind, and when it poured he was miserable. Either way he had kept moving. Walking was great fun for the male, though he couldn’t quite reason why, and running... well that was just pure unadulterate joy. What was even better was to have running partners, but even by himself he was happy. As long as his paws were rhythmically hitting the ground and propelling his body forward, he didn’t have to think about anything else, least of all the rain. That had been yesterday. His running had brought him to a great, looming city. Halifax.
Although he had never shown much interest in human life before, (and what was the point anyway) Leland entered the city and explored the ruins to his heart’s content. He was here now, and he didn’t know the next time he’d see a city that was in such condition, most any other human ruins he saw in his travels were far more delapidated than this. Mostly he just ran. In one building and out again. Ran up stairs and down again. Ran down the streets, leaping over rumble, then back again. Until his body grew tired of running, which had only take a little over twenty-four hours. And then he had slept in one of the buildings, snoring contentedly.
It was the next morning he found the graveyard, although he still didn’t understand the point of them. He knew that the bones of human’s laid under these stones. As a child he had found a graveyard once (one of the few remains of humans that was left near his homelands) and he and his friend Rue had set to digging under the stones, figuring that the markers were for something. After about six feet of clearing away piles of dirt he found the large box, which had mostly rotted away, and inside what remained of the box was more dirt as well as the bones. He had brought one home to his mother who scolded him. She never told him the reasons humans insisted on dedicating such large plots of land to their dead though. He didn’t ask.
Now he knew better than to dig under the markers. Instead he wandered aimlessly through them, reading a word he recognized on the stones here and there. “Rest” “Mother” and a few others were all he could really make out, he had never really wish to learn to read, had only started to please Lela. It was near a particularly large marker that he caught the scent of the female wolf. Intrigued to find another canine here, he followed the scent and came upon her inside a building, the use of such a building he didn’t quite know either. She was shifted and sitting crossed legged on the ground, and Leland became aware that his body was now blocked her view. Embarrassed, for this seemed like a private moment, he cleared his throat, prepared to back away. “Excuse me Miss.”
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After meeting with the Twilight Vale leader Leland had made his way up the long coast line, the beach seemed to go on forever. When the rain let up, he didn’t mind, and when it poured he was miserable. Either way he had kept moving. Walking was great fun for the male, though he couldn’t quite reason why, and running... well that was just pure unadulterate joy. What was even better was to have running partners, but even by himself he was happy. As long as his paws were rhythmically hitting the ground and propelling his body forward, he didn’t have to think about anything else, least of all the rain. That had been yesterday. His running had brought him to a great, looming city. Halifax.
Although he had never shown much interest in human life before, (and what was the point anyway) Leland entered the city and explored the ruins to his heart’s content. He was here now, and he didn’t know the next time he’d see a city that was in such condition, most any other human ruins he saw in his travels were far more delapidated than this. Mostly he just ran. In one building and out again. Ran up stairs and down again. Ran down the streets, leaping over rumble, then back again. Until his body grew tired of running, which had only take a little over twenty-four hours. And then he had slept in one of the buildings, snoring contentedly.
It was the next morning he found the graveyard, although he still didn’t understand the point of them. He knew that the bones of human’s laid under these stones. As a child he had found a graveyard once (one of the few remains of humans that was left near his homelands) and he and his friend Rue had set to digging under the stones, figuring that the markers were for something. After about six feet of clearing away piles of dirt he found the large box, which had mostly rotted away, and inside what remained of the box was more dirt as well as the bones. He had brought one home to his mother who scolded him. She never told him the reasons humans insisted on dedicating such large plots of land to their dead though. He didn’t ask.
Now he knew better than to dig under the markers. Instead he wandered aimlessly through them, reading a word he recognized on the stones here and there. “Rest” “Mother” and a few others were all he could really make out, he had never really wish to learn to read, had only started to please Lela. It was near a particularly large marker that he caught the scent of the female wolf. Intrigued to find another canine here, he followed the scent and came upon her inside a building, the use of such a building he didn’t quite know either. She was shifted and sitting crossed legged on the ground, and Leland became aware that his body was now blocked her view. Embarrassed, for this seemed like a private moment, he cleared his throat, prepared to back away. “Excuse me Miss.”
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