@Akira
Posie still remembered summer. He could feel himself yearning for the feel of the sun against his face, the wind to cool his back. The most admired of his reminiscence were the tulips. The lilies and the clovers as they painted the fields with colours that always seemed to match his emotions—loving and always dreaming of the next day. He was always left wondering if that next day would be sunny and anxious to warm the earth, or if the sky would be gray with rainclouds, ready to cry life into the land.
But, that was summer.
The flower wolf screwed his eyes shut against the cold wind beating against his face, a shiver trailing up his spine. He had kept his destination forward, aimless—searching for shelter from the winds that stole his air from his lungs. His entire journey beforehand was attempting to shield himself from strong winds before he was forced to stop to catch his breath, a tiresome effort after miles of wandering. It was a waiting game, but such was survival. The moment the promise of shelter came into view, he found himself sighing in relief. Far before him, mountains and rock castles presented themselves stark against the winter.
He couldn’t have moved any faster to reach it. As soon as Posie reached it, his smile grew. He immediately stood up to press his paws agianst the rock, absolutely ecstatic it was real. Early winter, the birds had told him of a valley the surrounding wolves called The Hidden Strath—a secret paradise. The wind suddenly beat against his flank, the wolf stumbling into the rock with a bark. Eyes wide from the threat, he scowered the surrounding rock walls frantically. His breath hitched as his eyes led onto a crack within the stone, pressing himself into the thin break—a passageway. He squirmed until he was inside, tripping as the wind pushed at his ass. Catching himself before he fell, he froze as he spied a figure in the darkness of the floor, heartrate picking up dramatically.
It could be a monster, he feared, feeling his entire body turn hot with adrenaline. A bear or something of the such!
Posie still remembered summer. He could feel himself yearning for the feel of the sun against his face, the wind to cool his back. The most admired of his reminiscence were the tulips. The lilies and the clovers as they painted the fields with colours that always seemed to match his emotions—loving and always dreaming of the next day. He was always left wondering if that next day would be sunny and anxious to warm the earth, or if the sky would be gray with rainclouds, ready to cry life into the land.
But, that was summer.
The flower wolf screwed his eyes shut against the cold wind beating against his face, a shiver trailing up his spine. He had kept his destination forward, aimless—searching for shelter from the winds that stole his air from his lungs. His entire journey beforehand was attempting to shield himself from strong winds before he was forced to stop to catch his breath, a tiresome effort after miles of wandering. It was a waiting game, but such was survival. The moment the promise of shelter came into view, he found himself sighing in relief. Far before him, mountains and rock castles presented themselves stark against the winter.
He couldn’t have moved any faster to reach it. As soon as Posie reached it, his smile grew. He immediately stood up to press his paws agianst the rock, absolutely ecstatic it was real. Early winter, the birds had told him of a valley the surrounding wolves called The Hidden Strath—a secret paradise. The wind suddenly beat against his flank, the wolf stumbling into the rock with a bark. Eyes wide from the threat, he scowered the surrounding rock walls frantically. His breath hitched as his eyes led onto a crack within the stone, pressing himself into the thin break—a passageway. He squirmed until he was inside, tripping as the wind pushed at his ass. Catching himself before he fell, he froze as he spied a figure in the darkness of the floor, heartrate picking up dramatically.
It could be a monster, he feared, feeling his entire body turn hot with adrenaline. A bear or something of the such!
”The flowers have purposes, just as the trees, or you and I.
Sometimes, you have to listen to discover what that purpose is.”
~Posie~
Sometimes, you have to listen to discover what that purpose is.”
~Posie~
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Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - February 03, 2019, 10:16 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - February 05, 2019, 08:25 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - February 08, 2019, 09:18 AM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - February 15, 2019, 06:44 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - February 18, 2019, 02:36 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - February 28, 2019, 08:15 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - March 03, 2019, 09:57 AM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - March 13, 2019, 02:21 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - March 13, 2019, 03:08 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - March 24, 2019, 02:03 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - April 03, 2019, 09:08 AM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - April 06, 2019, 08:29 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - April 13, 2019, 09:05 AM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Posie - April 22, 2019, 05:49 PM
RE: Do you? Can you? Have you? When? - by Akira - April 30, 2019, 10:28 AM