Wanderings

[temmith]

The wind began to blow lightly through the trees, causing the branches of the canopy above to shift slightly. It almost made the forest floor seem alive as the shadows and bits of light kept swirling acrossed it in beautiful patterns...At least, they were beautiful to his mind.

Cuan sighed softly in thought before focusing back on the forest floor, feeling slightly relieved at the entertainment. As of late, the pup had been feeling rather bored with the big world that he called his home. Ever since he had left the dens a week ago, he explored as much as he could and ran as far as he could...But now, he supposed he was too tired for much of anything besides lying in his bush.

Fighting back a yawn, the mexican wolf blinked owlishly. He wanted so badly to sleep, but felt that he really shouldn't for some reason. Cuan stood to shake off the tired feeling, but suddenly yelped remembering the slight rip on the pad of his back left paw. He licked it clean to the best of his abilities, but it still hurt.

"Mmmm...'M so hungry," he murmured softly, limping over to to an arrangement of bushes and plants across from his make-shift den. On his second day of being in the forest, he discovered that chimpmunks or mice would gather there and if he was fast enough, he could sometimes catch one! Sitting back on his haunches, the tiny wolf waited and thought of where he could go next...Or at least the direction since he didn't know much about other places.

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[gemmaairfire]

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[gemmaairfire]

Gemma's step was slow, her heart not truly in the task. She had lost so much and there wasn't much left to her dwindling life style. Her eyes had once been filled with warmth and happiness, but now they turned ice cold. She twitched her tail, heaving it low to the ground in a submissive position. What else was there to do but weep? She thought that maybe...just maybe..Black Krystal still walked the paths of this land, but she wasn't sure. The world had passed by too swiftly after the death of her old family.

Inside, she cursed herself for being so weak. How could she have let her family die like that? The stumps of wings at her shoulder blades burned for a moment as she recalled the waves of black fire that had threatened to obliviate her old home. It had been so peaceful...she had been a Beta and everything had seemed to be going so well. Her heart thudded with sadness as she recalled the terribler things that her past had been made up of.

The forest pressed around her as she struggled to wade through the darkness of her heart. It pressed upon her, surrounding her with the sense of evil. Gemma searched for relief solace, somewhere, anywhere. Somewhere other than this wretched place known as her mind. She ceased to think of anything but the search for a source of companionship, anything that would set her free, maybe allow her to fly again with wind at her back and her heart filled with happiness.

The sound of a stream drew her to reason again. Water. Of course, she needed to drink. That was an improvment. She searched for a means of getting closer to the elusive waves of water, the ripples of peace would make her so happy. She bent over, slightly ashamed at her inability to do a simple task. Gemma walked quickly now, searching for an opening in the branches. A glimmer of light alerted her to the presence of water. She sheperded herself towards to source, diving into the cool surface.

At last she stood up, allowing water tpo flow of her flanks. She smiled once, not daring to think maybe her life could get better. A splash came from upstream and she decided to investigate its causes. Gemma ran by the water, enjoying the feeling of its spray against her pelt. At last she came to it, only to find a stick had simply fallen into the water. Disappointment brough a new feeling to light. Hunger. Gemma was desperatly hungry. The scent of mice stirred her senses and she stood up straighter.

Perhaps Gemma could catch one! She ran in the direction of the scent, pausing once in a while to check if her heading was true. After a few minutes the scent of another wolf invadxed her nostrils. Gemma stopped, stunned by the scent. Would she invade on this other creature's meal? The question peppered her mind like hot coals. At last she shrugged the indecision off the step forward. There would be plenty of meat for more than one to eat.

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OOC:
That was bad. I am sorry for giving you one of my crappy posts.