06-05-2009, 12:15 PM
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Catalyst was exhausted; physically, mentally, and perhaps even a little with her sanity. The death of Ril'o, the pack's former border patrol and seemingly guardian, had been taken so unfairly and cruelly by a dark and devious trespasser at the borders, one of which could seemingly only materialize in the depths of one's nightmares, suddenly came alive and breathing in reality. Not knowing the border patrol wolf's name as Ril'o, his image would be forever burned in mind as he roared out his final requests to her, and even then the ivory girl was struck by the icy grips of fear to not move a muscle and watch as his trachea was severed and crushed onto one another in a glorious spray of crimson. It had all seemed too unreal to her, the way his life poured from his wounds and into the jaws of his captor. Those dark, colorless eyes... Catalyst could see them in her mind, as if his eyes had traveled with her since that day. They were haunting, and would prove to be for awhile in the span of her twisting and turning slumber.
It was almost to where Catalyst was about to turn four months; growing up fast and life ushered to her at a quicker rate than possible. The de Sadira had decided on coming out to Whisper Beach once again, seemingly enough to where this was a landmark for her that wasn't the most favorable of spots (seeing as how Conor completely ripped her down emotionally about the abandonment of her mother). Still, Catalyst felt as if the salty and carefree air of the coastal beach seemed to be a temporary relief to most of her sleepless nights following the grim events thereafter. Feeling that now familiar sink of sand beneath her paws, she let the granules do the work of tickling the tender skin betwixt her pads and paws, making the sensation give her a playful smirk upon her tiny maw, but it was soon to disappear once walking toward the shoreline proved to make the sensation repetitive and the nice feeling disappear. Once reaching the point to where her paws felt the moist sand transform into shallow water, Catalyst stood there and let her paws and ankles soak. The ocean was biting with its frigid waters, for a second making that seemingly sensation of very cold water begin to burn. It was refreshing and invigorating to the senses, however, as it temporarily woke up her exhausted spell. With her azure and steel hued eyes looking out into the endless ocean before the beach, the puppy simply reveled in the sight. It was a fairly sunny day, with the seagulls soaring in the skies and making evident caws.
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Catalyst was exhausted; physically, mentally, and perhaps even a little with her sanity. The death of Ril'o, the pack's former border patrol and seemingly guardian, had been taken so unfairly and cruelly by a dark and devious trespasser at the borders, one of which could seemingly only materialize in the depths of one's nightmares, suddenly came alive and breathing in reality. Not knowing the border patrol wolf's name as Ril'o, his image would be forever burned in mind as he roared out his final requests to her, and even then the ivory girl was struck by the icy grips of fear to not move a muscle and watch as his trachea was severed and crushed onto one another in a glorious spray of crimson. It had all seemed too unreal to her, the way his life poured from his wounds and into the jaws of his captor. Those dark, colorless eyes... Catalyst could see them in her mind, as if his eyes had traveled with her since that day. They were haunting, and would prove to be for awhile in the span of her twisting and turning slumber.
It was almost to where Catalyst was about to turn four months; growing up fast and life ushered to her at a quicker rate than possible. The de Sadira had decided on coming out to Whisper Beach once again, seemingly enough to where this was a landmark for her that wasn't the most favorable of spots (seeing as how Conor completely ripped her down emotionally about the abandonment of her mother). Still, Catalyst felt as if the salty and carefree air of the coastal beach seemed to be a temporary relief to most of her sleepless nights following the grim events thereafter. Feeling that now familiar sink of sand beneath her paws, she let the granules do the work of tickling the tender skin betwixt her pads and paws, making the sensation give her a playful smirk upon her tiny maw, but it was soon to disappear once walking toward the shoreline proved to make the sensation repetitive and the nice feeling disappear. Once reaching the point to where her paws felt the moist sand transform into shallow water, Catalyst stood there and let her paws and ankles soak. The ocean was biting with its frigid waters, for a second making that seemingly sensation of very cold water begin to burn. It was refreshing and invigorating to the senses, however, as it temporarily woke up her exhausted spell. With her azure and steel hued eyes looking out into the endless ocean before the beach, the puppy simply reveled in the sight. It was a fairly sunny day, with the seagulls soaring in the skies and making evident caws.
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