Bear
Number of posts : 328
Age : 29
Location : I'll get back to you on that one
Pawprints : 573
Registration date : 2011-02-04
 | Subject: Afraid of the Dark  Sat Mar 05, 2011 7:53 pm | |
| The desert sky was isolated, free of all clouds. It was a completely dead black canvas. Not even the moon shone, and the only apparitions of light came from the sand that whipped across the land at blinding speeds. That, and the golden coat of Kovu, nearly swallowed by darkness. His glow was strong enough to hold off the night…for now. Many emotions had begun to set in. He had single-handedly ruined the only chance he ever had at normality: he just completely abandoned Halvor and Jarl, the only wolves he came across in the Lone Lands. Kovu was not even sure why (, or how,) he managed to escape their presence. It just…happened. Rejection was a slap in the face, but this sort of “intentional” antisociality nagged at him, and slowly brought up old forgotten roots. He never experienced this before, or at least never to this degree; he had lost control while with the other wolves, and felt just as schizophrenic. His ducts poured anger and tears onto the landscape. He began to mumble to himself as, once again, he found himself alone…“I’m cold, I’m hungry.
I feel rejected by everything.
I could stare into a thousand eyes.
But every smirk holds my bold faced lies.
It itches, it screams. It festers and breathes.
My family is dead.
They died in my head.
Thin out the herd, squeeze out the pain.
Something inside me has opened up again.”
He had been able to seek out a pair of wolves when the odds were against him before. He figured he could only try again, even if it was a seemingly desolate place. A short-winded howl escaped him. | |
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