Post by ladyiris on Oct 22, 2013 22:17:55 GMT -5
She was running, the wind rustling through her brown fur. Running from what, she had no idea, but the feeling to stay on her paws remained wedged in her heart, tightening her stomach in a cold fist. Her pads left deep indents in the soft mud, something she would worry about later. She sped up, feeling the wind curl under her stomach and paws, boosting her further. The mountain sloped upwards, sharp rocks of the mountain curling out. It would be too dangerous to reach the top, so she banked slightly, dashing.
The heavy fog made the grass under her slick, feeling her paws slip slightly. She stumbled and slid down the hill, digging her heels into the ground to stop her from tripping. She let out puffs and climbed upon the raised rocks, her pads hard from the months of running across the vast mountains of Colorado. Her muzzle let out small puffs of air, tainting the air with a small white cloud.
She twisted her head to look at her body, watched silently as her fur ruffled, pulled up by the breeze. She didn't remember where she was born, who her parents were, or even her pack, and the only thing left in her mind was her name, Emily.
Finally shaking out of her reverie, she launched herself of the rock, her shoulders rolling smoothly as her legs dug into the ground, speeding across the lands. As she passed out of the thick fog, a shock of lightning went through her body, knocking her off her feet, sliding across the grass. She sat up slightly, confused on what she hit, or what she tripped on.
She sniffed the air, and felt a jolt of hope run up her spine. The area around her, smelled like... Her! She scrambled to her paws, her heart slamming in her chest. Was it too much to hope for others, a pack maybe? Was her father and mother here? Did they miss her.
She sped through the forest, stopping to sniff the air. She hesitated, wondering if she should howl. What if they were threatening? Would they kill her on site? Would it be better to leave a scent.
She sucked in a sharp breath and decided on the latter, rubbing her side against the tree to leave a light scent before she trotted off, deciding to lay upon a large, rock that would give her a view of everything below.
The heavy fog made the grass under her slick, feeling her paws slip slightly. She stumbled and slid down the hill, digging her heels into the ground to stop her from tripping. She let out puffs and climbed upon the raised rocks, her pads hard from the months of running across the vast mountains of Colorado. Her muzzle let out small puffs of air, tainting the air with a small white cloud.
She twisted her head to look at her body, watched silently as her fur ruffled, pulled up by the breeze. She didn't remember where she was born, who her parents were, or even her pack, and the only thing left in her mind was her name, Emily.
Finally shaking out of her reverie, she launched herself of the rock, her shoulders rolling smoothly as her legs dug into the ground, speeding across the lands. As she passed out of the thick fog, a shock of lightning went through her body, knocking her off her feet, sliding across the grass. She sat up slightly, confused on what she hit, or what she tripped on.
She sniffed the air, and felt a jolt of hope run up her spine. The area around her, smelled like... Her! She scrambled to her paws, her heart slamming in her chest. Was it too much to hope for others, a pack maybe? Was her father and mother here? Did they miss her.
She sped through the forest, stopping to sniff the air. She hesitated, wondering if she should howl. What if they were threatening? Would they kill her on site? Would it be better to leave a scent.
She sucked in a sharp breath and decided on the latter, rubbing her side against the tree to leave a light scent before she trotted off, deciding to lay upon a large, rock that would give her a view of everything below.