Post by kaz on Jan 18, 2021 22:03:38 GMT
Steadfast. Enduring. The cold, winter winds did little to thwart his descent upon the water. He had made excellent progress, and would continue to do so despite the complaints of his limbs, crying out in soreness and stiffness. He did not like the winter. But he kept up his pace, warming his muscles through movement, deftly traversing over the difficult terrain that mountains made for. He had already nearly slipped and fallen on rocks wettened by rainfall, still damp in the cold weather, and had to remind himself to stay vigilant. Mother nature was a cruel mistress and did not look kindly on those injured by their own indiscretion.
Coming down to the water’s edge, Atreyu dipped his head and lapped up the icy water, the sting of it slithering down his throat. Down the shoreline, to his right, he could see deer with their heads turned slightly, staring at him in that scared way they did, almost completely motionless, like statues, the only signal of their life an occasional twitch of an ear. He stared back at one of them, the two locking gazes for a long moment, neither moving. There was a hunger in him - not in his belly but somewhere deeper, a hunger that could not be satiated by consumption, though of its cure, he couldn’t say. Still, it urged him forward, at a slow, predatory pace, his head low between his shoulders, the scar of his muzzle which exposed his teeth giving the appearance of the beginning of a snarl. Still the deer stood, though the one who had not met his eye had now lifted a hoof in apprehension, as if to begin to move away.
He moved slowly enough that the deer seemed unsure of what to do, and he was still far enough away so as not to illicit their flight. And then, suddenly and without warning, Atreyu leapt forward with a vicious snarl, landing and skidding to a halt, spraying snow everywhere; simply a show of power or aggression, seemingly, and it sent the deer into a scurry, nearly tripping over themselves in their panic. They fled, casting one glance back over at the now still wolf, their eyes wide in that lifeless, insentient way; still, Atreyu imagined he could see fear in that strange black gaze.
Seemingly satisfied (though one would be hard-pressed to determine this from his expression, void of emotion) the great wolf turned his attention back to the water, drinking up greedily. When he’d had his fill, he lifted his head up to the mountains from whence he had come, ice dribbling down his chin and chest and igniting his pelt with a sharp cold in the breeze. Then, where to next, he said quietly to himself as he traced the sun’s path in the sky. It was beginning to set in the direction he was headed, which he made a note of. He turned to continue his journey, but something about the stillness of the lake gave him some pause, and he stopped for a moment to sit in the tranquility of it, not quite admiringly but… just basking in it, thinking of where he had come from, and where he would soon be.
Coming down to the water’s edge, Atreyu dipped his head and lapped up the icy water, the sting of it slithering down his throat. Down the shoreline, to his right, he could see deer with their heads turned slightly, staring at him in that scared way they did, almost completely motionless, like statues, the only signal of their life an occasional twitch of an ear. He stared back at one of them, the two locking gazes for a long moment, neither moving. There was a hunger in him - not in his belly but somewhere deeper, a hunger that could not be satiated by consumption, though of its cure, he couldn’t say. Still, it urged him forward, at a slow, predatory pace, his head low between his shoulders, the scar of his muzzle which exposed his teeth giving the appearance of the beginning of a snarl. Still the deer stood, though the one who had not met his eye had now lifted a hoof in apprehension, as if to begin to move away.
He moved slowly enough that the deer seemed unsure of what to do, and he was still far enough away so as not to illicit their flight. And then, suddenly and without warning, Atreyu leapt forward with a vicious snarl, landing and skidding to a halt, spraying snow everywhere; simply a show of power or aggression, seemingly, and it sent the deer into a scurry, nearly tripping over themselves in their panic. They fled, casting one glance back over at the now still wolf, their eyes wide in that lifeless, insentient way; still, Atreyu imagined he could see fear in that strange black gaze.
Seemingly satisfied (though one would be hard-pressed to determine this from his expression, void of emotion) the great wolf turned his attention back to the water, drinking up greedily. When he’d had his fill, he lifted his head up to the mountains from whence he had come, ice dribbling down his chin and chest and igniting his pelt with a sharp cold in the breeze. Then, where to next, he said quietly to himself as he traced the sun’s path in the sky. It was beginning to set in the direction he was headed, which he made a note of. He turned to continue his journey, but something about the stillness of the lake gave him some pause, and he stopped for a moment to sit in the tranquility of it, not quite admiringly but… just basking in it, thinking of where he had come from, and where he would soon be.
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