lakhos couldn't have told anyone what had possessed him to go climbing up the slope. it had been in a fit, a pissed off rampage that he had failed to catch a hare that had sent him skyward along twisting, rocky trails. at least the wind had swept a fair portion of the snow off of them, though truth be told he didn't need to at first be reminded that most of it had gone right off an edge to the great below.
man, if that fox he had seen could see this, would he have jumped? probably. it was the only thought he spared for the creature—to remember more would have probably lit another fire under his ass to be mad about. still, the coywolf kept that edging as far away from him as he could, which as he had climbed turned into a greater, and greater distance.
and then he had reached the summit of a sort.
it wasn't until he had hit the ice that he even knew there was a lake up there. sure, he had seen the little pockets and patches of ice poking through where the snow had drifted off. he had avoided them, or so he thought. but the sound of his chin smacking the ground when he had slipped did more than just rattle his peabrain around. it hadn't made a noise to the outside world, but to lakhos it was the loudest thing he had ever heard.
and he had heard some pretty loud shit.
in his brief daze, he had clambored back up onto his feet and kicked at the snow that had betrayed him. this too almost sent him back to the ground, but the coywolf hung on for dear life and stayed upright; it was reason enough to get off the goddamn lake before he went plummeting through it.
so he sought refuge in the brush, finding a narrow swath of trees to keep his hide from completely blowing away in the wind. the snow had lightened up considerably over the last two days he recalled, but even as night fell the clouds were coming to snatch the stars away from him too.
this place sucked, just like the last ten places he had seen.
winter sucked. life sucked. he wanted to mope and stew in a vat of fiery complaints, but even that was more of a drain on his energy than he was willing to let happen. so in a very unappealing heap as he tucked his nose into his tail on the cold ground, in his little dent made in the snow, he huffed. and his stomach growled nosily, adding insult to injury.
man, if that fox he had seen could see this, would he have jumped? probably. it was the only thought he spared for the creature—to remember more would have probably lit another fire under his ass to be mad about. still, the coywolf kept that edging as far away from him as he could, which as he had climbed turned into a greater, and greater distance.
and then he had reached the summit of a sort.
it wasn't until he had hit the ice that he even knew there was a lake up there. sure, he had seen the little pockets and patches of ice poking through where the snow had drifted off. he had avoided them, or so he thought. but the sound of his chin smacking the ground when he had slipped did more than just rattle his peabrain around. it hadn't made a noise to the outside world, but to lakhos it was the loudest thing he had ever heard.
and he had heard some pretty loud shit.
in his brief daze, he had clambored back up onto his feet and kicked at the snow that had betrayed him. this too almost sent him back to the ground, but the coywolf hung on for dear life and stayed upright; it was reason enough to get off the goddamn lake before he went plummeting through it.
so he sought refuge in the brush, finding a narrow swath of trees to keep his hide from completely blowing away in the wind. the snow had lightened up considerably over the last two days he recalled, but even as night fell the clouds were coming to snatch the stars away from him too.
this place sucked, just like the last ten places he had seen.
winter sucked. life sucked. he wanted to mope and stew in a vat of fiery complaints, but even that was more of a drain on his energy than he was willing to let happen. so in a very unappealing heap as he tucked his nose into his tail on the cold ground, in his little dent made in the snow, he huffed. and his stomach growled nosily, adding insult to injury.
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spinning round as we circle the drain - by Lakhos - January 17, 2021, 06:28 AM
RE: spinning round as we circle the drain - by Kynareth Deagon - January 17, 2021, 04:02 PM
RE: spinning round as we circle the drain - by Whrist - January 17, 2021, 04:44 PM
RE: spinning round as we circle the drain - by Simmik - January 17, 2021, 06:56 PM
RE: spinning round as we circle the drain - by Lakhos - January 19, 2021, 03:12 AM
RE: spinning round as we circle the drain - by Kynareth Deagon - January 19, 2021, 04:10 AM
RE: spinning round as we circle the drain - by Whrist - January 21, 2021, 03:57 PM