Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 1, 2008 8:50:44 GMT -5
The day was colored a dull gray, the color of a brewing rain. The world had been whipped and tattered viciously by rainful and wind gusts in the past moon. However, it still seemed that Rhain had some extra breath she needed to exhale upon the world. And speaking of hail...
The white rocks fell from the sky; cubes of ice pouding on his rugged form. He gritted his teeth and pressed on through nature's ambush, intent of reaching the free lands. To be free from a pack he never cared about, and vice versa.
The muscular, gray brute crossed into the Bitterwind Meadows, a rather dreary, forbosing place. Though he was out of Siverian reach, he still felt caged here. His pawsteps quickened into rapid thuds on the grass, then morphed into a blurring run. He bolted like the crackle of lightning that lit the sky, only pausing onced he'd entered the woodland.
Freedom at last!
So why did it feel no different?
The Siverians had never caged Grim; Grim had caged himself in his own maddening, all-consuming grief. But the ravenous, enfuriated brute was blind to these faults of his. He threw back his head and screamed a blaring outrage to the heavens above, who returned his battle cry with its own snarl of cruelty.
You bloody bastards!
The white rocks fell from the sky; cubes of ice pouding on his rugged form. He gritted his teeth and pressed on through nature's ambush, intent of reaching the free lands. To be free from a pack he never cared about, and vice versa.
The muscular, gray brute crossed into the Bitterwind Meadows, a rather dreary, forbosing place. Though he was out of Siverian reach, he still felt caged here. His pawsteps quickened into rapid thuds on the grass, then morphed into a blurring run. He bolted like the crackle of lightning that lit the sky, only pausing onced he'd entered the woodland.
Freedom at last!
So why did it feel no different?
The Siverians had never caged Grim; Grim had caged himself in his own maddening, all-consuming grief. But the ravenous, enfuriated brute was blind to these faults of his. He threw back his head and screamed a blaring outrage to the heavens above, who returned his battle cry with its own snarl of cruelty.
You bloody bastards!
