Post by Da Beatles on Mar 1, 2008 11:05:46 GMT -5
"So, what are you doing up here?"
The young wolf spoke curiously to the older femme, his ears flickering continuously.
"Just looking, little one."
"For what?"
"Something I lost long, long ago."
"Then why do you keep looking?"
"Because I can."
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The brute snapped his head back and jumped against the rocky wall, his claws digging into the grooves.
The badger snarl and snapped for his throat, roaring savagely.
The brute flew forward and ripped at it`s head, sending it scurrying away, yelping, blood streaming into it`s eyes.
The wolf jumped down onto the ground, wincing slightly, licking his bloodied paws and claws.
Amber eyes suddenly went up wards, his teeth baring. A bird flew above him, cawing irritably.
Storm snorted, shaking his head.
As he walked, the canyon started to shade him pleasantly. The brute enjoyed it then sat down, beginning to groom himself.
He had silvery gray fur, with darker patches around his shoulders and hind legs.
His dark eyes were soft with emotion as a fluffy white cloud passed over his head as he walked out of the canyon.
He jumped down the mountain side, wagging his tail slightly.
He would continue his search.
Dumb badger messed up his schedule. He was still searching.
She might of stopped, but Storm wouldn`t stop looking.
Not for his white beauty.
Those icy eyes....
He had to fine her to apologize. Apologize for killing their pups.
He glanced at an old scar. A bullet wound.
He shook it off and continued.
Strong, thick-set paws settled onto the softer ground, moaning with pleasure.
Storming growled, a little angry. Why was this taking so long? He had been searching for years. The Earth was only so big!
He was getting sick of this, so he decided to keep himself amused.
He recalled his searchings.
His favorite time was when he was in that snow storm.
When the snow blinded him with white and slammed into his side forcefully. Yet instead of cold there was a warm body next to his.
No,that was right now. He turned and stared. Icy blue eyes met his own, and his heart skipped a beat. Only,this was simply Fury.
He had the same build and fur to match his father`s, but his eyes and personality were all his mother`s.
He grinned, tongue hanging out slyly.
"Great job back there! That badger was scared silly!"
He jumped ahead, fur glinting in the warm sun.
Storm sighed. Every time he looked in those eyes... He was back in his old world.
He went back to his snow storm again.
The wind had grown more powerful.
Storm carried Fury in his mouth, but not wincing when ever the snow billowed onto him.
He shivered with pleasure.
The snow was his warmth. He didnt need anything else.
He had his Blizzard.
The young wolf spoke curiously to the older femme, his ears flickering continuously.
"Just looking, little one."
"For what?"
"Something I lost long, long ago."
"Then why do you keep looking?"
"Because I can."
--------------------
The brute snapped his head back and jumped against the rocky wall, his claws digging into the grooves.
The badger snarl and snapped for his throat, roaring savagely.
The brute flew forward and ripped at it`s head, sending it scurrying away, yelping, blood streaming into it`s eyes.
The wolf jumped down onto the ground, wincing slightly, licking his bloodied paws and claws.
Amber eyes suddenly went up wards, his teeth baring. A bird flew above him, cawing irritably.
Storm snorted, shaking his head.
As he walked, the canyon started to shade him pleasantly. The brute enjoyed it then sat down, beginning to groom himself.
He had silvery gray fur, with darker patches around his shoulders and hind legs.
His dark eyes were soft with emotion as a fluffy white cloud passed over his head as he walked out of the canyon.
He jumped down the mountain side, wagging his tail slightly.
He would continue his search.
Dumb badger messed up his schedule. He was still searching.
She might of stopped, but Storm wouldn`t stop looking.
Not for his white beauty.
Those icy eyes....
He had to fine her to apologize. Apologize for killing their pups.
He glanced at an old scar. A bullet wound.
He shook it off and continued.
Strong, thick-set paws settled onto the softer ground, moaning with pleasure.
Storming growled, a little angry. Why was this taking so long? He had been searching for years. The Earth was only so big!
He was getting sick of this, so he decided to keep himself amused.
He recalled his searchings.
His favorite time was when he was in that snow storm.
When the snow blinded him with white and slammed into his side forcefully. Yet instead of cold there was a warm body next to his.
No,that was right now. He turned and stared. Icy blue eyes met his own, and his heart skipped a beat. Only,this was simply Fury.
He had the same build and fur to match his father`s, but his eyes and personality were all his mother`s.
He grinned, tongue hanging out slyly.
"Great job back there! That badger was scared silly!"
He jumped ahead, fur glinting in the warm sun.
Storm sighed. Every time he looked in those eyes... He was back in his old world.
He went back to his snow storm again.
The wind had grown more powerful.
Storm carried Fury in his mouth, but not wincing when ever the snow billowed onto him.
He shivered with pleasure.
The snow was his warmth. He didnt need anything else.
He had his Blizzard.
