Post by Riley on Jul 14, 2007 12:10:38 GMT -5
Individual: Riley
Category: Female
Matured: 9 weeks
Shade: Smoky gray and white with a few reddish brown areas behind her ears and down the backs of her rear limbs.
The Past: There’s not to much to tell since Riley’s still quiet youthful but she lived in a rather small pack off the banks of a rather large river. She was a happy go lucky young pup and had always managed to find something to do if her two brother wouldn’t play with her. Last week a fire tore through there part of the forest. It ate up the dried grass and brush like sharks to chum. The wolves of her pack attempted to run, it was a useless tactic and they turned to the river, everything was burning by now. The adults grabbed the pups and tried to swim the current as the tree’s above on their bank caught flame, a branch crackled and broke, it startled her mother and instantly Riley was caught in the current, being dragged away in the icy blue liquid. She felt barley alive when she finally made it to the bank, it was a miracle she’d made it that far in the first place. She’s survived on small rodents and other odd things that herbivores would eat. It wasn’t like she had any real skills to hunt…yet. Hopefully the rest of her life would not be as tragic.
Illustration:
Cold and wet the liquid was. The current pulling downward, left and right. Body soaked, turning about, going anywhere but up. Rocks scattered the sandy bottom. It was confusion, total chaos. Paws clawed desperately at the water, lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. Any second a breath would have to be taken, any second would decide if she lived or died. A break at the surface, maw parted, sputtering, inhaling the much needed air. Fire danced dangerously above in the trees, sparks fell into the air, one last glimpse of her mum, one last glance at a family she’d perhaps never see again. The water crashed down over her head once more, the rive tugging, pulling her down.
Eyes flashed open fearfully, Riley yelped in a scared manner and was on her paws almost instantly. Gaze scanned the terrain suspiciously, it spread out in all directions, horizon to horizon. She relaxed after a minuet and hung her head shamefully. There was just grass land, to one side a forest and further ahead of her some mountains. No fire, no river…no family. Sigh was emitted. Smoky frame was give a bit of a shake, some remaining soot from her canvas dusted the air around her. She was keeping herself alive but it was just luck she thought. Just luck.
Tender paws padded over the crumbling earth, the crusty blades and unfriendly stones which jagged edges pricked skyward. There was a lack of enthusiasm in her gait. Her chocolate brown optics were sullen though they gazed dutifully at her surroundings. The instinct to survive was far too strong to go about ignoring it. She lacked the skills of a seasoned hunter, the age and wisdom of an adult, she could not stay in one place for long. She was restless, tiered, desperate. It seemed like her limbs worked to move her forward with out her knowledge. After the sun had hauled itself far into the sky the lil she-wolf’s mug, of smoky gray and snowy white, was given a sharp jerk, nasal passages quivered anxiously. Lobes which spun atop her crown cupped forward and Riley’s whole frame went still. Wolves. They were close too.
For the first time in 7 long days her eyes glittered. There was some hope for her survival after all, or so she hoped. She’d never in the past come across another pack before. She was too young, too inexperienced. Riley knew not the risks involved, that there was indeed a chance that the pack could kill her. She knew submission though, it was like a genetic link, passed down. Maw parted to emit a whine, tail strong out behind her like a banner and was tossed to an fro in eagerness. Well it was now or never.
Limbs churned beneath her, there was ease and fluidness to each movement. Her frame streaked across the grassland, silver and white against the tall grass. It didn’t take long for soreness to win over and pace slackened dramatically. Pads burned and she flinched with every step. Soon she’d stopped as well, laying down to rest. Pink fleshy tongue flashing over her front paws, tenderly caring for them. In minuets the pain had dulled but sleep took the weary pup. She knew not the land she was in, nor that wolves were closer then she’d thought. Riley just wanted sleep for now, even if she dreaded her dreams. Soon she thought, soon she’d have a home again and then the sun beat down like a warm blanket and the grass concealed her frame. She saw the fire, felt the water surround her once more.
Portrait: Is coming sometime soon…
Category: Female
Matured: 9 weeks
Shade: Smoky gray and white with a few reddish brown areas behind her ears and down the backs of her rear limbs.
The Past: There’s not to much to tell since Riley’s still quiet youthful but she lived in a rather small pack off the banks of a rather large river. She was a happy go lucky young pup and had always managed to find something to do if her two brother wouldn’t play with her. Last week a fire tore through there part of the forest. It ate up the dried grass and brush like sharks to chum. The wolves of her pack attempted to run, it was a useless tactic and they turned to the river, everything was burning by now. The adults grabbed the pups and tried to swim the current as the tree’s above on their bank caught flame, a branch crackled and broke, it startled her mother and instantly Riley was caught in the current, being dragged away in the icy blue liquid. She felt barley alive when she finally made it to the bank, it was a miracle she’d made it that far in the first place. She’s survived on small rodents and other odd things that herbivores would eat. It wasn’t like she had any real skills to hunt…yet. Hopefully the rest of her life would not be as tragic.
Illustration:
Cold and wet the liquid was. The current pulling downward, left and right. Body soaked, turning about, going anywhere but up. Rocks scattered the sandy bottom. It was confusion, total chaos. Paws clawed desperately at the water, lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. Any second a breath would have to be taken, any second would decide if she lived or died. A break at the surface, maw parted, sputtering, inhaling the much needed air. Fire danced dangerously above in the trees, sparks fell into the air, one last glimpse of her mum, one last glance at a family she’d perhaps never see again. The water crashed down over her head once more, the rive tugging, pulling her down.
Eyes flashed open fearfully, Riley yelped in a scared manner and was on her paws almost instantly. Gaze scanned the terrain suspiciously, it spread out in all directions, horizon to horizon. She relaxed after a minuet and hung her head shamefully. There was just grass land, to one side a forest and further ahead of her some mountains. No fire, no river…no family. Sigh was emitted. Smoky frame was give a bit of a shake, some remaining soot from her canvas dusted the air around her. She was keeping herself alive but it was just luck she thought. Just luck.
Tender paws padded over the crumbling earth, the crusty blades and unfriendly stones which jagged edges pricked skyward. There was a lack of enthusiasm in her gait. Her chocolate brown optics were sullen though they gazed dutifully at her surroundings. The instinct to survive was far too strong to go about ignoring it. She lacked the skills of a seasoned hunter, the age and wisdom of an adult, she could not stay in one place for long. She was restless, tiered, desperate. It seemed like her limbs worked to move her forward with out her knowledge. After the sun had hauled itself far into the sky the lil she-wolf’s mug, of smoky gray and snowy white, was given a sharp jerk, nasal passages quivered anxiously. Lobes which spun atop her crown cupped forward and Riley’s whole frame went still. Wolves. They were close too.
For the first time in 7 long days her eyes glittered. There was some hope for her survival after all, or so she hoped. She’d never in the past come across another pack before. She was too young, too inexperienced. Riley knew not the risks involved, that there was indeed a chance that the pack could kill her. She knew submission though, it was like a genetic link, passed down. Maw parted to emit a whine, tail strong out behind her like a banner and was tossed to an fro in eagerness. Well it was now or never.
Limbs churned beneath her, there was ease and fluidness to each movement. Her frame streaked across the grassland, silver and white against the tall grass. It didn’t take long for soreness to win over and pace slackened dramatically. Pads burned and she flinched with every step. Soon she’d stopped as well, laying down to rest. Pink fleshy tongue flashing over her front paws, tenderly caring for them. In minuets the pain had dulled but sleep took the weary pup. She knew not the land she was in, nor that wolves were closer then she’d thought. Riley just wanted sleep for now, even if she dreaded her dreams. Soon she thought, soon she’d have a home again and then the sun beat down like a warm blanket and the grass concealed her frame. She saw the fire, felt the water surround her once more.
Portrait: Is coming sometime soon…