09-30-2008, 11:48 PM
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This post is craaaaaaaaaaaap. Shattered Coast.
He had a feeling that perhaps he should be worried.
The last time he had been lost, he hadn't made it home for more than eight months. But he hadn't really intended to go home at all; he hadn't been looking for it then. And now, well. He didn't have a place he called home anymore. He refused to acknowledge Esper Hollow as his home. He convinced himself that he was only staying there because they wouldn't let him leave, but the fact was that he had left, hadn't he? He wasn't there at the moment, so he must have left. No one had stopped him. Maybe no one would look for him. Perhaps Rachias would. Perhaps Ahren would. Perhaps not. If he really, really tried, he could probably backtrack his scent trail back to the forest. But Laruku, for the moment, decided that he didn't care.
The shore was nearby, and it must have been cloudy because he couldn't feel the sun on his back. The ground was in that strange transition state between grassy and sandy, and there were small pebbles around as well. The coyotewolf lay his head over his forelegs and sighed, facing the distant ocean and the beginnings of the sunset. It was strange knowing that it was sunset without the bright colors -- they were even more beautiful when it was cloudy, right?
He had a feeling that perhaps he should be worried.
The last time he had been lost, he hadn't made it home for more than eight months. But he hadn't really intended to go home at all; he hadn't been looking for it then. And now, well. He didn't have a place he called home anymore. He refused to acknowledge Esper Hollow as his home. He convinced himself that he was only staying there because they wouldn't let him leave, but the fact was that he had left, hadn't he? He wasn't there at the moment, so he must have left. No one had stopped him. Maybe no one would look for him. Perhaps Rachias would. Perhaps Ahren would. Perhaps not. If he really, really tried, he could probably backtrack his scent trail back to the forest. But Laruku, for the moment, decided that he didn't care.
The shore was nearby, and it must have been cloudy because he couldn't feel the sun on his back. The ground was in that strange transition state between grassy and sandy, and there were small pebbles around as well. The coyotewolf lay his head over his forelegs and sighed, facing the distant ocean and the beginnings of the sunset. It was strange knowing that it was sunset without the bright colors -- they were even more beautiful when it was cloudy, right?