Born to Wander (Open)
Jan 30, 2016 19:49:01 GMT -5
Post by Fierfly on Jan 30, 2016 19:49:01 GMT -5
Renegade:
A late Summer sunset painted the sky. Birds serenaded one of the last evenings of the golden summer as she drew to a close. Wildwater Falls tumbled down nearby, adding a lulling hum to the lullaby of the season. The stone cliff was still warm from the heat of the day, but the air had a slight chill to it, reminding everyone who felt the light breeze that Summer had indeed played her part and Autumn was moving in for her time on the Stage of Life.
Renegade soaked up both sensations as he lay on the cliff in a Sphinx-like position. His fore-paws hung lazily off the edge of the cliff beside the falls and his head was raised to fully appreciate the sharp taste to the wind. Another gust blew up, ruffling his coat and biting through to his skin. Yes Summer was over, it was time for change.
The dark, male wolf stood. He rose gracefully and soundlessly, as he knew so well to do. He gazed out over the land that had been his kingdom during Summer. The water had turned golden and the sky blood red, the songs had died down into a respectful harmony as they too acknowledged the end of beautiful Summer.
Renegade turned and worked his way down his secret path to that cliff on the falls. His muscles rippled beneath his short, glossy coat that would soon be replaced with a thicker shag for Winter. His long, lithe legs pulsed and surged with measured energy as his paws fell in measured beats on the way down. His ice blue eyes wandered over the land again, taking in everything once more. He reached the head of the trail and stood still for a moment, eyes closed, head hung, but ears still alert and searching. The Wind shifted, urging him to put the setting sun at his back. He needed no second bidding.
The energy previously controlled now burst out into perfect, fluid motion. His long legs sent him streaking across the pool of the falls and then on through the Grasslands. He did not pause, he did not look back. He never looked back. He simply kept running, shooting across the land like a star across the sky; a black star against a golden ground. Soon he slowed his pace, letting himself slow to a casual lope, but he didn't stop.
Yes, he was a Renegade, a wanderer. He was born to wander and wander he would. He would wander the Territory, his home until the end of his days. He was a fallen star and he would keep falling. He would fall to whatever destiny the wind brought him.
A late Summer sunset painted the sky. Birds serenaded one of the last evenings of the golden summer as she drew to a close. Wildwater Falls tumbled down nearby, adding a lulling hum to the lullaby of the season. The stone cliff was still warm from the heat of the day, but the air had a slight chill to it, reminding everyone who felt the light breeze that Summer had indeed played her part and Autumn was moving in for her time on the Stage of Life.
Renegade soaked up both sensations as he lay on the cliff in a Sphinx-like position. His fore-paws hung lazily off the edge of the cliff beside the falls and his head was raised to fully appreciate the sharp taste to the wind. Another gust blew up, ruffling his coat and biting through to his skin. Yes Summer was over, it was time for change.
The dark, male wolf stood. He rose gracefully and soundlessly, as he knew so well to do. He gazed out over the land that had been his kingdom during Summer. The water had turned golden and the sky blood red, the songs had died down into a respectful harmony as they too acknowledged the end of beautiful Summer.
Renegade turned and worked his way down his secret path to that cliff on the falls. His muscles rippled beneath his short, glossy coat that would soon be replaced with a thicker shag for Winter. His long, lithe legs pulsed and surged with measured energy as his paws fell in measured beats on the way down. His ice blue eyes wandered over the land again, taking in everything once more. He reached the head of the trail and stood still for a moment, eyes closed, head hung, but ears still alert and searching. The Wind shifted, urging him to put the setting sun at his back. He needed no second bidding.
The energy previously controlled now burst out into perfect, fluid motion. His long legs sent him streaking across the pool of the falls and then on through the Grasslands. He did not pause, he did not look back. He never looked back. He simply kept running, shooting across the land like a star across the sky; a black star against a golden ground. Soon he slowed his pace, letting himself slow to a casual lope, but he didn't stop.
Yes, he was a Renegade, a wanderer. He was born to wander and wander he would. He would wander the Territory, his home until the end of his days. He was a fallen star and he would keep falling. He would fall to whatever destiny the wind brought him.
