Lazy Sundays (Tagged)

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 Blood drenched the
ground in what could be seen as a blurry mess. Eyes as bright as the sun glowed
in the darkness, burrowing into his soul. He could feel the panic, the helplessness
within himself as a distortion of glowing white charged him. There was a feeling
that he was shouting something, but no sound was heard. He tried to move
without success, he tried to do anything he could to just get out of the way,
but his body wasn’t listening; or was it his mind? So, he closed his eyes and
braced himself for an impact that never came. It felt like years before he opened
his eyes, something telling him he shouldn’t, that he wouldn’t like what he
found. Curiosity got the best of him, it did every time, and stared at the
sight before him. Tibarn….. Tibarn lying motionless on the forest floor with a fatal
gash through the throat. Then he felt it, a gooey liquid dribbling down his
mouth and splashing on the grassy land in a muffled splash noise. Finally, his
body responded, his legs very carefully leading him over to the gruesome murder
of who was once his best friend. Stopping just shy of a foot away, he looked on
and into the dull, dead yellow eyes. He felt sick.

Jerking out of his resting state, Crow gasped in panicked
breaths as he quickly scanned the land around him as if he’d find that bloody
mess again. Noticing nothing out of place from when he first arrived, the black
wolf stood up in more of a rush than normal. Shaking out his pelt, orbs gave
one last stare before he wandered over to the water source. Bright blue stared
into the crystal clear pool of fresh water, his reflection stared back almost
mockingly. It showed him the reminders of his days with his old friend, it
showed him what he lost, what he took. With a sneer he batted at the
water with his front paw, watching as the water rippled in his effort. His
reflection becoming nothing but a black smudge in the once perfect water.

Crow stared a while longer as the water settled back within
himself, as his reflection once again became clear. This time, he growled with
newly found rage, so in a last-ditch effort to rid himself of his own picture
he lifted his paw and slammed it into the water. It was too bad he didn’t realize
it was a drop-off, it was too bad it wasn’t shallow. With the most manliness
yelp you’ve probably ever heard; Crow stumbled into the pool of refreshingly
cool water. It quite a shock to his system that he could have done something so
utterly stupid, he almost wanted to let himself drown for that stupidity.
Luckily, he doesn’t feel like dying anytime soon and quickly swam back up to
the surface once he got his bearings. Crow broke the surface with a gasp that was swiftly followed by several coughs.

Without the normal elegance he typically portrays while
swimming, he splashes blindly to the water’s edge. Both front paws slapped on
dry land while claws dug in to keep him there. His sputtering and coughing continued
for a couple more minutes until it was nothing but easy, if not slightly
hoarse, breathing. His big form just stayed relaxed in the water for a few more
minutes before he made the effort to drag his large body out of the water. With
a few choice swears, a couple more dunks in the water, and muddy paws, Crow was
once again on dry land. In a huff, he shook off the water that was weighing
down his pelt before he ungracefully flopped to the ground. His body demanding
to be lazy after such activities. So, he rolled to his side, not caring that
his coat was still dripping wet, or that the ground underneath him was starting
to become soggy with mud and he was probably getting rather dirty. Maaa, he’ll
dunk back in the water later, for now, he’ll cloud watch.


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Words: 694
Tagged: @shiver
Inspiration: Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch
ooc: n/a

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It was spring, the earth was coming out of hibernation. All the snow drifts in the grasslands were nearly completely melted, all that remained was frost bitten grass and wet dirt. The Amoux creek ran merrily through the prairie with swift flowing waters, running quickly because of the snowmelt upstream. The grasses were wilted and brown, although small bright green shoots could be seen at the bases thereof. Small shite and orange flowers had sprung to life seemingly overnight, decorating the plains in a carpet of color. Later on in the season larger flowers such as poppies and lilies would burst forth in the field; especially around water sources. Take the Wild Waterfalls for example, all around the falls were thick reeds pushing up through the pebbles and silt. It was through these reeds that a young shewolf stalked. She was pushing around a turtle, hungry as ever. Parting the reeds, she shoved the turtle out just as it thrust its head out to snap at her. "Darn turtle." Kilpi hissed back at the snapping turtle as it too hissed and retreated into its shell. How was she going to destroy this? Not to mention eat it...her teeth could barely scratch the thought shell. Maybe if she stabbed into its shell with a stick....Kilpi looked up, her russet brown face adorned with a mildly surprised expression as she saw a fellow wolf. He was dark coated and sopping wet. She didn't have much experience with strangers and didn't know exactly how to act. So the young shewolf slowly placed a paw onto the turtles shell; silently announcing that it was her prey.

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There was a small amount of commotion coming from behind him. The noise wasn’t partially close to rise a threat, but enough to make him alert. Instead of raising and notifying whatever it was nearby he stayed still and just listened. Things went silent and that actually bothered Crow more than it probably should have. With a lazy push, he raised his body off the ground in a sitting position and discreetly sniffed the air; finding a scent he hasn’t encountered before, which was unsurprising. With another sniff, he indicated that the visitor was indeed wolf and female. Well, hopefully, she wasn’t a threat. Now lifting himself to stand on his four paws, the scarred wolf shook off his dark pelt in a fling of water and some splatters of dirt. Lazy, he turned himself around only to be surprised that he had already be spotted, “Well, that’s interesting…” he thought to himself as he eyed the she-wolf before him; blue orbs glancing down to the paw resting on top of a turtle shell. He glanced back up to the female, really unsure of what to say, he was never very good at socializing. So, he did what he knows best, offer what he’d hope to be helpful advice, “You could use a rock to break the shell.” Well, it was social code to be kind, right?

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Kilpi eyed the stranger warily, who reciprocated the act. He was a strange wolf, not slight in stature but not overly muscled. She supposed she was no stranger, her proportions simply seemed wrong with huge ears, slim legs and a heavy tail. The young shewolf was somewhat glad that that he spoke up before the air got too awkward. She entails kicked herself as she heard his advice. Of course, a rock could break its shell! Whilst standing there she cast her eyes around the banks. There was indeed a large assortment of stones. The hard part would be smashing the turtle before it slipped into the waters. "Ah, thank you. I think I will try that...." She avoided his searching gaze, unnerved slightly by the simple, tentative conversation.

"Uh, I'm Kilpi of The Barrens." She attempted to ease the mood. She wasn't sure how long she would be around this male, but she knew she wasn't leaving until this turtle was in her belly. Kilpi didn't know what drove her to hunt the most challenging prey to eat, perhaps she wanted a challenge in her life. Or something. Flicking her tail nervously, Kilpi began to search for the ideal rock with which to brutally murder this delicious reptile.