The motley titan’s appendages tailed steadily across the crisp terrain. His movement and actions were both direct and confident but still held no true purpose. He sauntered through the unmarked forest that withheld no name; it held no true markings that could distinguish it from another forest within Blossom Forest. His movement was slow like a ticking clock being watched. The forest was quite plain to the eye; an ordinary scene in fact. There were an ample collection of fallen leaves that soared in the gentle breeze and duck to the ground, entwining into the brittle grass. And there was also a thin layer of bedded leaves, mostly brown leaves that crumbled at the touch; their skeletons poking through and announcing themselves … dead. The hessian’s paws left no mark – only the slight scent of his pad glands into the hardened ground. The warm, soothing weather had both been nutritious and bad for the land. It oozed into each crack of the land but was mostly repelled by the frame of towering trees and soothed by the harsh wind of the sky. Soon however, the season would meld into autumn and then winter… And the cycle would once again start.
Terrel had not wondered far from the peaceful kingdom of Saw Tooth. It had been his home for so long that he often felt exposed and vulnerable. So many predators lurked in the depths of shadows; their bodies low to the ground but waiting to pounce upon an ignorant victim. Moth had stated that he would always be welcomed into the pack. He had contemplated giving up in his search for what he wanted and to submit to become a member once again. But in his heart, the motley soldier knew that if he returned and retreated to the easier option, he could not be happy. There was an opposite effect too. Terrel felt free. But he was still tied by the perfume of Saw Tooth that laced his pelt like an invisible ribbon.
His pallid, creamy paws came to an abrupt halt as the bedded terrain slipped quite promptly away from his pads and was instead replaced with an unnerving rockiness. No longer was the boy secured in the enclosed forest but instead it was replaced with an open scene. Terrel’s muzzle swerved upwards, his eyes trailing across what rested in front before finally fixing upon the towering display of a mountain surrounded by a veil of alabaster mist. A small smile graced his pearly maw – which was a rare sight indeed for this Terrel – as he thought about climbing it… a challenge; an exciting, exhilarating one.
The young lad was hesitant to begin the venture for he knew that if he misplaced his paw it could result in terrible things; like his death or at least a serious injury. Terrel’s coffee optics revolved swiftly to the heavens, fixing upon the higher ledges. The multi-hued beast could just make out the small figures of other wolves that dominated the land. Well, if they could do it then so could he…
His starboard limb rose tentatively into the air; sending a small rock to tumble backwards. Terrel cautiously placed it upon the first indent of the mountain, testing its secureness with a gentle rock of his paw. Then, the second limb, the third, the first again and finally his forth. The procedure continued through most of his climb. Often his heart would leap and his stomach somersault as his paw would fall with a loose rock. Unnerving as it was, he began to pick up in speed as his confidence and adrenaline soared higher. Higher he climbed, the chillier it became. It wasn’t unpleasant; but like a sharp gale of wind that instead of lasting for a few seconds, lingered. He could see the sun beaming cheerfully though, he knew that it was simply the mist and the less dense air. He reached a third ledge that could support his body weight before he stopped to rest.
Not too bad – he would begin again shortly.
Terrel had rested upon his haunches, squinting to observe the view behind the soft veil of mist. It was difficult but he could still see the amazing view... How nice.
Terrel | Pupless | Loveless | Young Adult | Male | Multicoloured
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{ OOC: Hope this is alright<3 So my mum is taking me somewhere from Sunday to Monday. I'll be more active soon. :D }
Souleh
'revolutionaries wait
for my head on a silver plate
just a puppet on a lonely string
oh who would ever want to be king?'
readers note;; terrel is an unsual character, disorientated from a broken background. he is gentle and kind, though wary towards brutes above the age of two years. when older he will be less confused and more sure of himself, he will gain confidence and go on to raise a treasured family...
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