Post by Nelio on Jun 2, 2011 22:53:11 GMT -5
Does anyone know how hard it is traveling with a tail that weighs a quarter of what you do?
He sighed as he continued along, traveling days and nights, only briefly stopping to gather small meals and small rests. In his travels he had had to skirt mountains, other pack territories and various waterways and still he had not found what he was looking for. Nelio was not a blood thirsty wolf, and being a Cael they were generally not a violent species anyway and he needed to join a pack that was at least similar to his belief system, or he could not see himself ever gaining a bit of happiness, which is what he hoped to attain.
As he traveled however, he came upon more beaches and less mountains and finally, he started to enter what looked to be a swampland. At first he breezed by a few trees here and there, his nose turned up before he stopped and looked around. There were beautiful Lilly pads and colorful flowers he had never seen before. Frogs and fish jumped around from pad to pad and into the water. It took him a long moment to notice he had stopped moving and was content to sit there and watch the area around him. It was more beautiful than he thought a swamp could possibly be, and the scent…the smell that perhaps he was not the only Cael…there were marks on the ground that could not have possibly been left by normal wolves.
He pushed himself into a standing position the tawny, tans, and golds, and even light whites of his pelt seemed marred by the impending blue and navy flecks scattered throughout his body and the muscles underneath rippled as he pushed himself into motion. He would have liked to explore the territory for a large body of water and enjoy a swim but he knew that would simply have to wait. For now just around the boundary lines he found a small area where a fish had been slapped out of the water and was still gasping its dying breaths. Nelio took the opportunity outside this pack’s lands and began to feast upon the medium sized fish.
As he slowly enjoyed his meal he waited in that place for another wolf, possibly one on patrol or with even better luck would insist, an alpha. If he could simply be seen without having to call it would make things much easier, at least as far as he was concerned. However as the day wore on and no one came, Nelio’s curiosity got the better of him, and as he tipped his head back, and filled his lungs with oxygen and howled for entrance or to be acknowledged. However the howl came out with a melody, no simple howl, or throaty noise but a sound that was truly mesmerizing, with no intention of his. He would have closed his mouth and shut the sound down without a second thought but he had to get someone’s attention, even if it meant they could hear his song.
After a long moment and his howl surging over the swamplands in search of listening ears he pushed his body into a sitting position, but not before running his tongue over his pelt to make himself presentable. Vain? Of course not. Simply wanting to make a good impression. His ears swiveled back and forth as he listened for the coming approach of one who would acknowledge him and allow him to hopefully remain in this underrate, beautiful place. The animal and plant life around him seemed to surge and grow before his very eyes, and here he was, still as a statue, awaiting a meeting and finally having a chance at obtaining the peace that for so long had been just beyond his grasp.
He sighed as he continued along, traveling days and nights, only briefly stopping to gather small meals and small rests. In his travels he had had to skirt mountains, other pack territories and various waterways and still he had not found what he was looking for. Nelio was not a blood thirsty wolf, and being a Cael they were generally not a violent species anyway and he needed to join a pack that was at least similar to his belief system, or he could not see himself ever gaining a bit of happiness, which is what he hoped to attain.
As he traveled however, he came upon more beaches and less mountains and finally, he started to enter what looked to be a swampland. At first he breezed by a few trees here and there, his nose turned up before he stopped and looked around. There were beautiful Lilly pads and colorful flowers he had never seen before. Frogs and fish jumped around from pad to pad and into the water. It took him a long moment to notice he had stopped moving and was content to sit there and watch the area around him. It was more beautiful than he thought a swamp could possibly be, and the scent…the smell that perhaps he was not the only Cael…there were marks on the ground that could not have possibly been left by normal wolves.
He pushed himself into a standing position the tawny, tans, and golds, and even light whites of his pelt seemed marred by the impending blue and navy flecks scattered throughout his body and the muscles underneath rippled as he pushed himself into motion. He would have liked to explore the territory for a large body of water and enjoy a swim but he knew that would simply have to wait. For now just around the boundary lines he found a small area where a fish had been slapped out of the water and was still gasping its dying breaths. Nelio took the opportunity outside this pack’s lands and began to feast upon the medium sized fish.
As he slowly enjoyed his meal he waited in that place for another wolf, possibly one on patrol or with even better luck would insist, an alpha. If he could simply be seen without having to call it would make things much easier, at least as far as he was concerned. However as the day wore on and no one came, Nelio’s curiosity got the better of him, and as he tipped his head back, and filled his lungs with oxygen and howled for entrance or to be acknowledged. However the howl came out with a melody, no simple howl, or throaty noise but a sound that was truly mesmerizing, with no intention of his. He would have closed his mouth and shut the sound down without a second thought but he had to get someone’s attention, even if it meant they could hear his song.
After a long moment and his howl surging over the swamplands in search of listening ears he pushed his body into a sitting position, but not before running his tongue over his pelt to make himself presentable. Vain? Of course not. Simply wanting to make a good impression. His ears swiveled back and forth as he listened for the coming approach of one who would acknowledge him and allow him to hopefully remain in this underrate, beautiful place. The animal and plant life around him seemed to surge and grow before his very eyes, and here he was, still as a statue, awaiting a meeting and finally having a chance at obtaining the peace that for so long had been just beyond his grasp.
