Winter Fever (open)
Jan 10, 2016 19:24:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 19:24:23 GMT -5
Shakon:
I was padding through the dense forest, muzzle, forehead, and back peppered with snow. The snowstorm was getting worse. I looked over my shoulder, in hope to see an elk. "Who am I kidding. There won't be an elk for another 100 miles." My slender figure was having a hard time traveling through the place, I was too skinny, I felt as if I would be caught in the wind current and fly away. I hadn't eaten in days, which was far too unhealthy. The musky, faded smell of elk still lingered through the air. I approached a river bank, in hope of some water. I looked around at the thin ice. "Hmm" I stomped on a part of the river. The ice fell inwards, trapping my paw. I struggled to get it out of the water, whimpering. The water was far too cold. I continued to pull until I fell backwards. On my butt. I whined, it hurt, bad. I sat up and bent over the freezing water, shielding my injured paw. I lapped slowly, finally clenching my thirst. I sat straight again and turned. I slowly got up and started to limp away. I walked for hours, finally finding shelter under a fallen tree. I laid down under the leaves and put my head on my long legs. My large ears hearing anything that dared to move.
I was padding through the dense forest, muzzle, forehead, and back peppered with snow. The snowstorm was getting worse. I looked over my shoulder, in hope to see an elk. "Who am I kidding. There won't be an elk for another 100 miles." My slender figure was having a hard time traveling through the place, I was too skinny, I felt as if I would be caught in the wind current and fly away. I hadn't eaten in days, which was far too unhealthy. The musky, faded smell of elk still lingered through the air. I approached a river bank, in hope of some water. I looked around at the thin ice. "Hmm" I stomped on a part of the river. The ice fell inwards, trapping my paw. I struggled to get it out of the water, whimpering. The water was far too cold. I continued to pull until I fell backwards. On my butt. I whined, it hurt, bad. I sat up and bent over the freezing water, shielding my injured paw. I lapped slowly, finally clenching my thirst. I sat straight again and turned. I slowly got up and started to limp away. I walked for hours, finally finding shelter under a fallen tree. I laid down under the leaves and put my head on my long legs. My large ears hearing anything that dared to move.
