09-09-2008, 01:03 PM
arden del mier, july 11 '05, luperci ortus, male, coyote[html]
[/html]He was following instincts more than anything; intelligence was meaningless given the position he now sordidly found himself stuck in without any means of extrication. Arden del Mier wouldn't admit to anyone that he had no fucking clue where he was going, nor would he disclose that so far he'd asked for directions three times along the way; like any male creature, showing weakness hurt his pride more than anything else. The word Inferni still stirred intensely in his mind, agitating the grossly thin coyote to the point where he knew if he didn't find the borders soon enough all the strength that was left in his weak limbs would falter just as quickly as his morale had.
No sooner had these pessimistic thoughts permeated his thought process than the stench of his kind awoke his senses and caused some sort of recollection to flicker across Arden's bleak features; although the odors were different than he remembered from his old tribe, they told a story that ran along the same lines. This seemingly desolate plain wasn't nearly as barren as he'd initially thought. Bright yellow eyes blinked past the sunlight and tried in vain to focus on a point in the far off distance, searching for any form of life he could solidly guess belonged to the clan that no doubt thrived before him; the effort was worthless, but did little to squelch his excitement. In a pace he hadn't been able to match in nearly three weeks Arden began his steady approach towards the borders, heart thumping excitedly with every footfall that pressed into the warm mud of early September and what would soon be a steadfast autumn.
Upon reaching the imaginary dividing line he gasped for breath, already feeling the effects of having exerted too much energy for such a weak body to manage; his endless months of traveling had left the 'yote in a far worse physical state than he'd started out in. Tail picked up to twine carefully around his lean, sinewy body before falling to his side as quickly as it had first stirred. Now his heart began to beat swiftly once again, but not in order to pump blood to his arteries in exercise; no, this time it was in anticipation and what one could call fear.