Post by Aniyu on Jul 5, 2013 21:48:11 GMT -5
Where: Nieman Lake
With: No one
It was serene, the way the chilled morning fog danced its way down the mountains and swam over the surface of the lake. The fine mist was just as alluring as it was ominous. It was an alien thing to Derik as he sat and lazily drifted his golden eyes from the top of the run-off waters into the lake. It was so quiet here; no piercing winds gushing into ears, no icy snowflakes chilling noses. Yet, even in this lulled silence, the wolf knew it was bustling with life like he had never seen in his mountainous homeland- which was perfect for what he had in store for the place. As he stood from his meditative state, his large figure made its way into view. His fur was jet black and maned like a lion's, his posture was tall and proud. His large paws donned large claws that sank into the dirt below him as he traced the circumference of the lake. His nose flared as it hunted for scents hidden in the dirts, travellers and home makers.
Yes, this place would be perfect for what he wanted- so many other canine scents lingered here. He paused his walk to open his mouth and fling his head to the sky- a tradition long since forgotten in this wasteland. His deep-toned howl followed suit; it broke loose like a prisoner eager for escape with the vigor needed to ring past the thick trees. This song had not been heard for years, a song asking for other wolves, for other life. This is what Derik needed, other life to lead, other life to love, other life to love him. All he needed were the wolves for the job.
The howl broke the stillness that surrounded the lake, a few anxious creatures rustled nervously about. It became alive again. Derik sat once more, letting his golden eyes absorb the view around him, to see if he had left any impression on the wasteland of which he lived.
With: No one
It was serene, the way the chilled morning fog danced its way down the mountains and swam over the surface of the lake. The fine mist was just as alluring as it was ominous. It was an alien thing to Derik as he sat and lazily drifted his golden eyes from the top of the run-off waters into the lake. It was so quiet here; no piercing winds gushing into ears, no icy snowflakes chilling noses. Yet, even in this lulled silence, the wolf knew it was bustling with life like he had never seen in his mountainous homeland- which was perfect for what he had in store for the place. As he stood from his meditative state, his large figure made its way into view. His fur was jet black and maned like a lion's, his posture was tall and proud. His large paws donned large claws that sank into the dirt below him as he traced the circumference of the lake. His nose flared as it hunted for scents hidden in the dirts, travellers and home makers.
Yes, this place would be perfect for what he wanted- so many other canine scents lingered here. He paused his walk to open his mouth and fling his head to the sky- a tradition long since forgotten in this wasteland. His deep-toned howl followed suit; it broke loose like a prisoner eager for escape with the vigor needed to ring past the thick trees. This song had not been heard for years, a song asking for other wolves, for other life. This is what Derik needed, other life to lead, other life to love, other life to love him. All he needed were the wolves for the job.
The howl broke the stillness that surrounded the lake, a few anxious creatures rustled nervously about. It became alive again. Derik sat once more, letting his golden eyes absorb the view around him, to see if he had left any impression on the wasteland of which he lived.
