Post by cain on Oct 17, 2008 13:02:15 GMT -5
What a wretched land.
Cain’s critical yellow eyes drifted over the scorched terrain. This was damage such as he had never seen. Leafless trees reached up towards the unmerciful heavens, black as ebony and mangled beyond repair. The air was dry and smelt of ash, filling Cain’s nostrils with the scent of death and decay, frozen in place forever. His large paws moved over the blackened earth, hardly making a sound, for there were no leaves or grass to rustle under his weight. Not a single green shoot peeked up through the ruin. Cain had seen lands touched by fire become incredibly fertile after, but not here. This land had been ravaged by the gods, and it would never heal.
There would be no new beginning for this forest, but perhaps there was one in store for Cain. What better place for a murderer to dwell, but in a murdered kingdom? And under the hollow scent of dead wood and scorched earth, Cain could faintly pick out the scent of another like himself. There was a wolf living in this territory. A loner like himself? Or the Alpha of this forsaken place? Surly Cain would find out soon. No alpha would allow him to pass unnoticed.
The loner kept his ears perked, listening for any signs of an approaching beast. The absence of birds and other fauna was painfully evident in the silence of this place. Cain snorted, shaking out his black and silver coat. He had travelled long, and thirst and hunger were starting to nag at him. But these needs would be satisfied eventually. For now Cain kept his eyes and ears attentive, and his posture unthreatening. His tail and head remained low, not wanting to seem as a challenge in case an Alpha did rule this territory.
Cain’s critical yellow eyes drifted over the scorched terrain. This was damage such as he had never seen. Leafless trees reached up towards the unmerciful heavens, black as ebony and mangled beyond repair. The air was dry and smelt of ash, filling Cain’s nostrils with the scent of death and decay, frozen in place forever. His large paws moved over the blackened earth, hardly making a sound, for there were no leaves or grass to rustle under his weight. Not a single green shoot peeked up through the ruin. Cain had seen lands touched by fire become incredibly fertile after, but not here. This land had been ravaged by the gods, and it would never heal.
There would be no new beginning for this forest, but perhaps there was one in store for Cain. What better place for a murderer to dwell, but in a murdered kingdom? And under the hollow scent of dead wood and scorched earth, Cain could faintly pick out the scent of another like himself. There was a wolf living in this territory. A loner like himself? Or the Alpha of this forsaken place? Surly Cain would find out soon. No alpha would allow him to pass unnoticed.
The loner kept his ears perked, listening for any signs of an approaching beast. The absence of birds and other fauna was painfully evident in the silence of this place. Cain snorted, shaking out his black and silver coat. He had travelled long, and thirst and hunger were starting to nag at him. But these needs would be satisfied eventually. For now Cain kept his eyes and ears attentive, and his posture unthreatening. His tail and head remained low, not wanting to seem as a challenge in case an Alpha did rule this territory.