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Post by clarity on Jun 9, 2010 19:47:03 GMT -5
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Clarity padded solemnly into Eon Springs, the place that she once called home in her youth. Her eyes grew heavily weighted, as if lead were placed upon her lids. Her tear ducts burned as salty tears forced their way out and trickled down her cheek. "Home, hmmm? It's...been a while." Her voice was that of a whisper, vocals trembling with every word. Home. She was home. At least, that's what she wanted to call it.
Everything looked much greener than she had left it last. The air was fresh and chilly, unlike the burning smoke of her last visit. A shiver escaped her body like a demon from hell, shaking her to the very core. This shiver wasn't because of the temperature, however. It held the melancholy memories of her naive past.
June 9th
Anniversary of my family's death--and the birth of my new life. And what a rotten life it is.
A terribly lonely life.
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Post by tariq on Jun 10, 2010 18:55:34 GMT -5
Thick paws dug tenaciously into the cold ground; their flattened digits ideal for tearing into the earth. The ground was hard and rigid from the constant chill of the Taiga, but the powerful legs of the male had no difficulty ripping up stones, pebbles, and even roots from their buried sanctuary. His thick shoulders shuddered and heaved as the repetitive motion of his long claws slowly built upon the pile of dirt behind him. Thick chest heaved beneath his shaggy fur as he physically exerted himself, pouring all his energy into ripping a hole in the ground. The steady sound of thud, shift pounded in his rounded ears, above the heat of anger that blazed in his mind.
Calmly, his ferocious pawing slowed, a sign of his anger cooling. With an exasperated sigh, Tariq collapsed. His smooth maw opened in pants as his thick tongue lolled from his mouth. He snorted in frustration as his stomach roared at him to continue digging, but he knew it was to no avail. The mouse was long hidden somewhere in the ground safely within one of the winding tunnels of its den. Yesterday he had missed his meal from clumsiness, today from stupidity. Tariq had ambushed the rodent at the entrance of one of the caves, but he had acted too quickly out of hunger, and did not accurately evaluate his surroundings. The mouse had easily slipped into its den and, out of uncontrolled anger, he had begun ripping up the earth in a desperate attempt to catch it. The Myou had lost control, if only for a minute, simply because he was frustrated on top of hungry.
He sat upright in the hole he had dug, admiring his “handiwork”. Facial features frowned in disapproval as he realized just how much ground he had tore up. ”Well, better this than someone else…” he mumbled sadly to himself. He wobbled as he attempted to stand, overcome by the liquid feeling of his over-exerted forelegs. Tariq snorted and sat back down, afraid that if he fell from exhaustion, he would loose his temper again.
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