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Post by Paint on Dec 6, 2008 19:03:52 GMT -5
I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you.
I would dig a thousand more, if I needed to.
I look around the grave, for an escape route of old routines
There doesn't seem to be any other way.
She'd never been that kind of wolf. She'd never flaunted herself, because she felt there was nothing to flaunt. A black and white pelt and strangely furious amber eyes were not, in her opinion, something good. Still, she'd never hated herself. There was no point in it. But that was her problem- she always had to find a point in something.
'Cos I've started falling apart
I'm not savouring life.
I've forgotten how good it could be
To feel alive.
And it had never gotten to her before, her practicality and stubborn leadership, but now she could feel it in her bones- she was likely to die alone. So many wolves found some sort of love, whether within the safe bonds of their family, or the more dangerous territory of a mate.
Crazy as it sounds you won't feel as low as you feel right now.
At least that's what I've been told by everyone.
I whisper empty sounds in your ear, and hope that you won't let go
Take the pieces and build them skywards.
The only chance she had at acceptance- within the confines of her father's pack- she'd thrown away because of her unwillingness to express too much emotion, when her father undoubtly fell in love with Quianna. It was too difficult for her to open up and admit that it hurt. Sometimes, she felt as if everything would be better if her father was still alive. Sure, he'd be old and weak. But Bandit would have looked after him. But now, as she wandered into the blindingly hot meadowland, she realised that she had nothing. For her problem had not been not caring enough- it had been caring too much, and being unable to tell anyone.
She'd never felt more trapped in her life as she sat, alone in the clearing, clinging onto the distant memories of her family.
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Post by shadowspark on Dec 9, 2008 8:59:44 GMT -5
Black fur attracted heat. That was something Roth was now sure of. And he hated it. His treck through the grasses and started out fine, but now - with the sun beating down on his back, as he neared the cener of the meadow, his breath was coming in pants and his legs were starting to shake. Each time Roth's paws hit the hard ground, they kicked up little puffs of dust that made him cough, and he felt a shock run up his tired legs.
'Oh, if Syl could see me now, Roth thought. He had somewhat of a rivelry with his fellow Stars pup. The two were always bickering over something or other. It had not yet come to blows, however, but whenever the elders caught them at it, they would shake their heads and sigh. Those two will be trouble later on, they would say. You mark my words...
The pup was so focused on getting to the river, that he failed to notice the wolf in front of him until it was too late. Roth hit the adult female's legs sent them both tumbling. When he looked up and saw who he had hit, Roth felt his ears droop and his face burn with shame. He had run into Bandit. He had embarresed himself in front of the wolf he always tried so hard to please. 'Oh, no...'
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Post by Paint on Dec 9, 2008 16:28:56 GMT -5
Bandit barely even flinched as she was bumped into. So used to being the middle of the attention nearly everywhere she went, she didn't like to think no one could see her. It wasn't as if she were hard to miss, now was it? She looked down coldly at Roth, righting herself again and staring him straight in his frightened-looking expression.
"What?" she snapped, coldly, wondering why she was feeling so irrational. "Meadow isn't big enough?" her icy tone continued and she looked up and away from him.
No wonder no one liked her. She was such a meanie sometimes. She rolled her eyes at herself and took a deep, calming breath. Her grip on her personality had slipped momentarily, but now she could see that there was no point in snapping at the young wolf, he'd probably just snap back and bounce away. There I go again, having to find a point in everything, she reminded herself, setting her eyes dead straight and ignoring herself. She was, putting it lightly, a little messed up.
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Post by shadowspark on Dec 16, 2008 13:39:43 GMT -5
Roth stared down at his paws. 'I'm really, really sorry Bandit,' the pup said. 'I didn't see you. I was just trying to get to the river. It's just so hot.' He got up and his tail drooped. The dust had settled, turning his white fur grey, and giving his black fur a brown tint. 'I feel sooo stupid....' he thought.
Roth felt like he was burning in his fur. His breath came in gasps, and as he stood, his legs were shaking. 'C-can't b-breath...' the dust was making him cough.
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Post by Paint on Dec 16, 2008 14:02:31 GMT -5
Bandit frowned as she watched him slightly fall to pieces in front of her. She moved forwards from her sitting position, no longer hostile and cold in her outlook, instead sitting beside him and lifting her paw to nudge him in the cheek.
"It's okay," she half-smiled, he was kind of adorable in a useless way. "Just breath. And a little hint; when it's this hot, it does no good to run anywhere. Just walk, you'll be less hot."
She frowned down. She'd never had pups, so she'd never had any experience in comforting them. Really she wasn't comforting him, it was more like guiding him. He probably wouldn't accept her advice, I mean, what was she in this pack?
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Post by shadowspark on Jan 9, 2009 2:02:25 GMT -5
Roth lay down again and focused on Bandit's voice. The air settled and, finally, the pup could breath again. 'Thanks, Bandit,' Roth said. 'I owe you.' Th young male looked down at his, now-gray, fur. 'Oh great....'
Roth worked up his courage. 'D'you wanna come to the river with me?' he asked. The pup sat up and curled his tail over his paws. He wondered what Bandit's reply would be. Would she think him a fool? He didn't know.
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Post by Paint on Jan 9, 2009 17:57:42 GMT -5
Bandit listened to Roth, and was looking at him, but somehow was having an out-of-body experience. She was standing at a distance, watching herself look down at this pup. Then the scene flipped. It was Xaka, her father, sitting in the sunny meadow looking down at her when she was just a pup.
It snapped back into place, and she was seeing through her own eyes again. She blinked a little, and then slowly shook her head.
"You know what, Roth... you remind me of myself. When I was your age," she replied vaguely, tilting her head to one side and watching him. She was sure she'd worn that exact expression on his face, years ago.
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