Jan 22, 2014 19:43:53 GMT -5
Post by Rascal on Jan 22, 2014 19:43:53 GMT -5
The sun scorched his dark fur, making him steam from the water that had rested on his pelt after swimming painfully through a river back into the Irrsin territory. For many moons he struggled to gain entrance back. After venturing too far when he was checking a trap he had made when Kasimira came to find him, he was suddenly attacked and taken by other wolves. Gabriel never fought so hard in his life before. Day in and out he was tormented, tortured and beaten. Still, his snarky attitude, his new pride that filtered through him never let him falter in his desperate need to get away and back home to his pack. He was weakened, his fur patchy, some lost on his back feet and front paws. New scars were all over his muzzle, feet and stomach. His fur was lacking along his stomach after being ripped at.
Gabriel literally looked to be a mess. His ears held more knicks, his coat a duller black and dusted, mated and just a brown color in general. His paws were nothing but skin. No fur was even on them, his front claws missing from being chewed off. Still, the determination in his eyes, made him continue. They were still the hard vibrant amber color. He stumbled a bit over the bank, struggling to walk. He panted hard, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle. He couldn’t hold his stance any longer. His voice screamed a howl, calling for help. He prayed that he would be heard. His body fell with a thud on the grass, his breaths short and staggered, whimpering. He tried to calm his breathing, his eyes closing slowly to block the sun from evading his sight. Even behind his eyelids, Gabriel could see the redness, and orange glow of the sun’s rays. His lips were curled, his teeth bared and tongue resting along the ground outside his muzzle. He was whimpering softly, his front and back paws twitching and shaking.
Please…, he whispered to himself in his thoughts. He wanted to stand, to continue on, the pure thought of seeing them again made his tail wag weakly. Another loud whine, his chest heaving. He was crying in his own way, wishing, hoping and praying. He refused to think of what had happened, it would only dampen his spirits. They tried to lurk into his thoughts but he shoved them away with the thoughts of Irrsin. He said he would die before ever wanting to be with the assholes of other packs. His whining began to cease, his breathing becoming regular. He fell into a calm sleep, his body ceasing any movement besides the rise and fall of his chest.
Dreams. He hated dreams. Often they would become nothing but nightmares. Nightmares that made him cry and howl in his sleep, those that would make him paralyze, the ones that made him almost wish for death. It was any of those that caused him to wake up with a flash and start of his racing heart. So what made this sleep different? It was blank. He saw nothing but darkness. He heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was almost like a void where he could really rest. A place he enjoyed. He would look around, staring at the emptiness and suddenly thinking negative on it. So much darkness. He wished for light, a light that would show him, tell him everything was okay.
The dream seemed endless. He just wanted it to end. Open his eyes and all he went through was merely a dream. Was he ever so lucky? No. No, this time, all he wished for, was to open his eyes, and see someone he knew. Someone that would bring him from the claws of death.