Post by Scar Izanuk on Dec 14, 2014 23:55:57 GMT
Ah, spring at last; winters cool grip had finally released the lands of its reign. The snow had already melted, and grass was already green all around; trees were growing leaves, flowers were sprouting up everywhere.. The world just seemed; peaceful. And on one mountain, a wolf was climbing, looking at the place where his ancestors met every now and again to meet with one another. This was a peaceful, almost sacred, place, in his mind. He didn't dare touch anything besides the dirt under his paws. It was as he climbed the peaks that he realized just how many wolves really did live out here. For in the distance, wolves were howling to one another. Answering calls came from every direction. Funny how from up here he could hear almost everything, or so it seemed. With a moments hesitation, he slowly leaned back his head; a bark came from his lips, before several more came and... it turned to a howl.
Letting out his song in such a wild form was nice; although he hadn't a clue what he was saying. Though his howl did seem rather lonely, to be honest; it reflected a weary traveler who wandered the world.. quite alone. He paused to look out over the land. He could see nothing but trees, lakes, and rivers. It was amazing just how well those wolves hid, and as he marveled at that small fact he decided to rest for a bit. His eyes half way closed, before opening again.
It seemed like life was going to treat him kindly for once; he did not have a full belly but at least he did not have any injuries. At least he was not ill; and hey, he had survived the winter. So that had to show something, right? Perhaps life would keep being kind to him; but life on his own would prove difficult. He knew deep down he needed a pack, but somewhere inside of him.. he was afraid. Afraid the wolves out there would not accept him. And why? Well, he was of mixed blood. His mother, on one hand was a husky and german shepard mix.. while his father was a wolf. Perhaps there was no place for hybrids, but maybe.. just maybe.. a pack would accept him one day. For deep down he longed to run free, run with his wild ancestors... and let that long lost part of him free to be the wolf inside him.
Letting out his song in such a wild form was nice; although he hadn't a clue what he was saying. Though his howl did seem rather lonely, to be honest; it reflected a weary traveler who wandered the world.. quite alone. He paused to look out over the land. He could see nothing but trees, lakes, and rivers. It was amazing just how well those wolves hid, and as he marveled at that small fact he decided to rest for a bit. His eyes half way closed, before opening again.
It seemed like life was going to treat him kindly for once; he did not have a full belly but at least he did not have any injuries. At least he was not ill; and hey, he had survived the winter. So that had to show something, right? Perhaps life would keep being kind to him; but life on his own would prove difficult. He knew deep down he needed a pack, but somewhere inside of him.. he was afraid. Afraid the wolves out there would not accept him. And why? Well, he was of mixed blood. His mother, on one hand was a husky and german shepard mix.. while his father was a wolf. Perhaps there was no place for hybrids, but maybe.. just maybe.. a pack would accept him one day. For deep down he longed to run free, run with his wild ancestors... and let that long lost part of him free to be the wolf inside him.