Post by Sinistra on Oct 19, 2005 14:58:00 GMT -5
It was still Winter. Still bitterly cold, with howling winds. Rhapsody hated this kind of weather. No - loathed. It brought back many emotions, and obviously his sex drive was going crazy. So, he'd decided to have a lonely hike up into the mountains. Whoever would join him there would probably only be the wind. Or a bird. He forced his visage forwards, snow stinging his face, hide burning with cold. Every now and again he squinted around him, trying to find a good place for shelter. But, the rocks seemed to get further and further away, leaving him staggering about, battered and broken. The elements were getting unusually fierce, but Rhapsody forced himself to fight back his unease. On and on he stumbled and slipped, panting miserably, plume tucked between his shaking limbs. Hardly anyone would come up here. The last time he had was when he'd met Toorima for the second time, and Breeze. He'd got used to the landscape after that, since she'd left him.
It was still ice cold, and the moon shone clearly upon it's navy blanket. Stars flickered dimly, calling his name, calling. Groaning against the pain and stiffness of his joints, the mascu raised his crania, orbs staring at the heavens, wide and hopeful. Another gust of wind brought back his attention, buffetting his sides, making him stagger forwards, limping as fast as he could. The pressure was just too much, slamming down against his forehead like a rhinocerous. Sighing, he slipped, landing on the snow with a thump. His limbs were all but stiff and numb, so he lay, unable to move, while the wind screamed around him. Something stirred in his memory... something that had happened after his last visit. Toorima had "sort of wanted to tell him something" and he had wondered what she meant. She'd been too busy to talk with him after that, what with the War with Guardian Forests and Orin. Now Djheron. So, what now? Where was she? How was she? It was concerning for him, at least.
A dream enveloped him, misting out his thoughts slowly. There he was, standing in the middle of lush green grass, the birds singing in the trees, a river rushing nearby. And in front of him, a shadowy shape. It looked like Toorima, but he couldn't be sure. Curious, he stepped forwards, and paused as the thing darted away. What was going on? Hesitating, he stepped forwards again, then broke into a run after the creature. He ran for ages, turning this way and that as it dodged round trees. Slowing, exhausted, he stopped, watching the path ahead. The creature emerged, and its orbs flashed. They were bright crimson, and catlike, a slim pupil in the center. The actual creature, he discovered, was huge. It was muscular, and seemed to hover in the air. He had hardly recovered when it began to sprint towards him, fangs bared, froth streaming from its maw. Then, pitch black, and a violent, sudden pain.
He awoke suddenly, sweat coating his hide. The pain came from his leg, and he bent over to lick at it. It was ice cold; that meant he would have to take it easy. Gazing up to the sky, he noted the early morning sun. It was still fairly cold, but the sun's presence made his spirit lift. Grumbling, he attempted to get to his feet, swaying this way and that like a tree. He managed to stay still for a few moments, before stepping forwards. He felt the snow crunch softly under his paw, crispy and slushy. Concentrating, the lupe limped forwards, his frozen limb dragging behind him on the ice.
So he limped on, eventually collapsing again on the highest peak he could get to. The sun beat down slightly warmer now, and he allowed himself to settle down.
It was still ice cold, and the moon shone clearly upon it's navy blanket. Stars flickered dimly, calling his name, calling. Groaning against the pain and stiffness of his joints, the mascu raised his crania, orbs staring at the heavens, wide and hopeful. Another gust of wind brought back his attention, buffetting his sides, making him stagger forwards, limping as fast as he could. The pressure was just too much, slamming down against his forehead like a rhinocerous. Sighing, he slipped, landing on the snow with a thump. His limbs were all but stiff and numb, so he lay, unable to move, while the wind screamed around him. Something stirred in his memory... something that had happened after his last visit. Toorima had "sort of wanted to tell him something" and he had wondered what she meant. She'd been too busy to talk with him after that, what with the War with Guardian Forests and Orin. Now Djheron. So, what now? Where was she? How was she? It was concerning for him, at least.
A dream enveloped him, misting out his thoughts slowly. There he was, standing in the middle of lush green grass, the birds singing in the trees, a river rushing nearby. And in front of him, a shadowy shape. It looked like Toorima, but he couldn't be sure. Curious, he stepped forwards, and paused as the thing darted away. What was going on? Hesitating, he stepped forwards again, then broke into a run after the creature. He ran for ages, turning this way and that as it dodged round trees. Slowing, exhausted, he stopped, watching the path ahead. The creature emerged, and its orbs flashed. They were bright crimson, and catlike, a slim pupil in the center. The actual creature, he discovered, was huge. It was muscular, and seemed to hover in the air. He had hardly recovered when it began to sprint towards him, fangs bared, froth streaming from its maw. Then, pitch black, and a violent, sudden pain.
He awoke suddenly, sweat coating his hide. The pain came from his leg, and he bent over to lick at it. It was ice cold; that meant he would have to take it easy. Gazing up to the sky, he noted the early morning sun. It was still fairly cold, but the sun's presence made his spirit lift. Grumbling, he attempted to get to his feet, swaying this way and that like a tree. He managed to stay still for a few moments, before stepping forwards. He felt the snow crunch softly under his paw, crispy and slushy. Concentrating, the lupe limped forwards, his frozen limb dragging behind him on the ice.
So he limped on, eventually collapsing again on the highest peak he could get to. The sun beat down slightly warmer now, and he allowed himself to settle down.
