**LiFe'S bEgInNiNgS**

[adimar]

Adimar

The place was both a paradise and a hell. The darkness of the land could be felt with every pawstep, like walking through mud layered over ice. But the land looked the opposite, covered with lush, short grasses and blooming lunar flowers. Their stark white petals reflected back to twinkling light cast by the stars in the night sky overhead. It was beautiful and soothing. The woods were to oneside, stopping twenty feet short of the meadow. At their roots was a tiny, glass-smooth pond.

If one looked closely the could make out a figure moving through the forest underbrush. It was massive, with a thick, steel-gray coat that blended in perfectly with the shadows of the trees. His fur was spiky and stuck up in odd directions with ebony hued spots lining his hackles. The male-warrior slinked through the darkness, gliding from one piece of cover to the other. Between covers his size was domineering and frightening. The wolf glanced around the meadow, searching for signs of life. Briefly his eyes could be seen as he arched his crown. One was a shivering emerald green... the other a tortured, mahogany.

Yet, for all his grace he moved with painstaking slowness. It seemed to take hours for the vagabond to scuttle here and there, slowly making his way closer to the pond. And all the time he kept casting blank glances over his shoulder, maw dipped in a slightly worried frown.

Finally the wolf came to a complete stop and sat upon his haunches. Waiting for something, attention completely focused now on whatever it was.

Then another figure slipped away from the woods, movements slow and agonizing.

ooc: arg. so museless....

[Pyvik]

her mind was on fire, she couldn't seem to grasp onto any one thought that buzzed around her skull, sending her nerves aflame. she was nervous, each step she took could very well be her last. she had pushed herself too far this time, and the northern rocky grey knew it well. it was there in the way she gazed about herself, oblivious to the worried frown that the brute kept upon his brow. that he was hovering didn't escape her notice at all, but only worsened the nerves that tingled about her fur. each muscle screamed, protesting the movement, her jaw hanging down as she gulped down the air. the lack of water had sent her into the stages of death. but stubborness lay in her eyes, as dark and as glinting as the colored orbs that shone out from between thick tufts of grey that framed her face and muzzle. she wouldn't give up on life, not so easily. it was all a matter of circumstance, a game, and she had several proverbial cards to play.

it was this that pushed her, kept her moving when all her body wanted was to curl up and fall into the healing sleep. without water, the healing sleep would kill her. fur bristling over her body she walked over the land, felt it change beneath her very paws. tail lying limp she tilted her muzzle and looked up at Adimar, the wolf she had just met only moments before. his intentions for helping her had remained a mystery, and as she was, she was willing to let it abide, but there was still pride in her gaze, one that knew honor and the strength of one's word. why he helped her, may remain a secret if he wished, but she would return the favor. how such a thing would happen when even now her ears made it barely past his shoulders she did not know, but there would come a day when she would be there. her muzzle scrunched, tongue thick and dry rasped over her lips before she turned her muzzle and her gaze away from the big brute.

she inhaled, felt the scents of water and vegetation settle deep in her stomach and basked a moment in the scent. she let her body rest, mustering the rest of her strength, knowing she had to make it the last few steps or else be dragged. dragged like some vermin Pyvik thought with disgust. the northern rocky grey ruffled her fur, the gleam that should be in the mangy fur was gone from the malnutrition of long travel and little hunting. water.

the grey female moved forward, past Adimar and forward into the water. there was no elegance, there was no inhibition; there was simply the female thrusting her muzzle into the liquid depths, her mind fogging as she drank, losing awareness of her surroundings as her body gave out under her, strength dissipating in a splash of water. instead of embarassment there was a primal pride deep in her eyes. she stretched her body out, felt the cool water tugging at the soft tender roots of her fur and shuddered. she bade herself stop drinking knowing that too much would make her ill. but she had made it. that she had not been attacked, and had the the help of others with her did not diminish the light that shone fiercely in her eye. she had staved off death if only for a little while. her mouth was still dry but she held herself from drinking her fill. for a moment she had even forgotten Adimar, sitting on the far side where she had left him.

((OoC:: its alright <(-^-^-)> mine is actually worse >.< ))