Post by Reuben on Jan 19, 2019 19:26:09 GMT -6
VE
- White Walker -
The harsh, unforgiving winds danced like madmen around the nomad of a wolf. His features were hidden, astute forum tucked in a desperate attempt to not lose eyesight. The currents ripped through the valley with ease; a conundrum of a blizzard that roared and shook the land beneath the wolf's paws. The cold was harsh. And while he was well equipped for weather like this, he hadn't believed it'd be this bad. He had felt the change in the air, just a few days back when he moved on from the flatlands into the heart of the land. But he figured it'd be a snowstorm that would blow right through. His audits rested tightly against his skull as he struggled. Sleek appendages shook as his numb paws came to rest upon the slick ground.
He was re-entering the territory after a few weeks of having returned to his homelands. A futile attempt to reconnect with descent- a venture deemed uncharacteristically, pessimistically useless. It had been his first time returning to homeland since– Ve couldn't even make out a timespan. It has been decently long... long enough for it to have slipped the male's mind. When he had arrived at the solemn, desolate land he had formerly called home, he was met with carnage. A sight that had made him physically sick; the stench of rot still lingered within his nostrils and when the air was stagnant, he swore the smell of something petrifying was on the wind.
Ve's movements staggered with a silent relapse. His legs had buckled and seized for a moment, rendering his venture to a halt as he struggled to keep himself standing. His eyes screwed shut tight and with a clench of his powerful teeth, the wolf crippled to the ground like a paper card to the wind. He was weak, exhausted, and mentally broken. He couldn't make out one thought from another, and his primal drive and instincts had been ignored. It was like he was forgetting how to function.
Perhaps it was the harsh blizzard he was trying to fend through or the heavy shroud of... whatever this was hanging over his head like a thunderstorm. As he gave in and hit the snowy floor with a silent grunt, he found himself not even wanting to put in the effort to pick himself back up. He couldn't; his body wouldn't allow it. So he laid still, half of his off-white body hidden within the snow while the other was left to be violently tattered with by the whipping currents of winter. His breath was shallow as he opened his eyes. Pools of once vibrant, deep auburn now hazy and dull staring off into the distance. He didn't even know if he was close to home; any and all smells indicating any wolves' presence had been covered, leaving him lost.
In the midst of mother nature's wrath, crippled by his thoughts and memories, he laid there. Unmoving and seemingly already deceased. "Praise be." He mumbled, his voice a mere whisper compared to the howls of the blizzard. He let his lids fall closed as he succumbed to his exhaustion.
He was re-entering the territory after a few weeks of having returned to his homelands. A futile attempt to reconnect with descent- a venture deemed uncharacteristically, pessimistically useless. It had been his first time returning to homeland since– Ve couldn't even make out a timespan. It has been decently long... long enough for it to have slipped the male's mind. When he had arrived at the solemn, desolate land he had formerly called home, he was met with carnage. A sight that had made him physically sick; the stench of rot still lingered within his nostrils and when the air was stagnant, he swore the smell of something petrifying was on the wind.
Ve's movements staggered with a silent relapse. His legs had buckled and seized for a moment, rendering his venture to a halt as he struggled to keep himself standing. His eyes screwed shut tight and with a clench of his powerful teeth, the wolf crippled to the ground like a paper card to the wind. He was weak, exhausted, and mentally broken. He couldn't make out one thought from another, and his primal drive and instincts had been ignored. It was like he was forgetting how to function.
Perhaps it was the harsh blizzard he was trying to fend through or the heavy shroud of... whatever this was hanging over his head like a thunderstorm. As he gave in and hit the snowy floor with a silent grunt, he found himself not even wanting to put in the effort to pick himself back up. He couldn't; his body wouldn't allow it. So he laid still, half of his off-white body hidden within the snow while the other was left to be violently tattered with by the whipping currents of winter. His breath was shallow as he opened his eyes. Pools of once vibrant, deep auburn now hazy and dull staring off into the distance. He didn't even know if he was close to home; any and all smells indicating any wolves' presence had been covered, leaving him lost.
In the midst of mother nature's wrath, crippled by his thoughts and memories, he laid there. Unmoving and seemingly already deceased. "Praise be." He mumbled, his voice a mere whisper compared to the howls of the blizzard. He let his lids fall closed as he succumbed to his exhaustion.
Poor ve.
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