Post by candi on May 11, 2008 19:31:42 GMT -5
September
i . w a l k . a . t h i n . l i n e
i . w a l k . a . t h i n . l i n e
(») A soft, warm breeze rustled through the trees and leaves were stirred from the ground to dance in the air. The sky rumbles overhead as the thick dark clouds released the rain they held. September squinted against the rain, looking out from her shelter beneath two low hanging bushes. Her mustard yellow eyes darted across the meadow, memorizing everything that would be her safe haven for the next couple of weeks. She had no desire to roam around to find the local packs. She was tired and on the run. She needed a pack that could defend her and feed her but she wasn't ready for the company of other wolves just yet. The only company she would welcome was her two brothers and they weren't here. Mud ran down the slope into her hiding spot, staining her pure white coat a nasty brown. September rose with a gasp and shook herself but the damage was already done. She looked out into the meadow with uncertainty then back at her once comfortable spot. She whisked her tail once than jumped from the bushes into the hammering rain. The ground was slick with mud and grass as she walked slowly along the forest edge.
(») Her coat hung from her body as the rain penetrated her thick undercoat to her skin. She shivered a bit but she was used to such coldness. She could feel herself beginning to feel that familiar feeling of loneliness settling in. Usually she was the wolf to hang out by herself, avoid anyone else. This time it was different. She sat on her haunches and threw her muzzle to the sky. The sound was miserable, calling anyone within hearing distance. She stood to her paws, giving her body a good shake before bounding back into the forest. Surronded by pine trees and oak trees she hardly got wet, save a few drops.
(») She slowly lay down, her head resting on her muddy paws. How much longer did it have to rain? "Rain, rain go away, come again another day." She whispered, her voice craking horribly. She sat up, watching a dark gray rabbit as it made its way catiously through the thicket, not even two yards from her. Her mustard yellow eyes held it is sight until she was ready.
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