Post by Zantalia on Mar 23, 2014 11:39:01 GMT -6
He'd only been here for a few years, but he had been around most of the areas in the city center and on the outskirts, the half Saluki and half Ibizan Hound wanted to visit each and every single place around here. The city he knew, but the forests and mountain he had not visited yet. The mountain was for a different day, today, the lean, sleek grayish-black and brownish-tan mixed pelted male wanted to see the forests. His cocked, feathered ears switched back and forth as he listened to his surroundings, as his dainty paws carried him forward, his feathered tail waved a little as he trotted forward toward the Youngling Forest. It was a sparse place, thin, tiny trees just retaking the lands that had once been majestically forested. His bright molten amber eyes were wide as he looked about.
This poor forest, it had once been strong and majestic, it would get there again, but not in many, many lifetimes, it wouldn't be there by the time Ryse's forth generation was grown and gone. He paused in a clearing and sat down, wrapping his tail over his paws and looked upward to the sky. Well, despite it's lack of majesty, it was a lovely little place anyway. Taking a breath of the air, Ryse got up again and trotted forward toward the Thick Pines. The big tall, beautiful, pines. His tail curled into its question mark as he trotted forth again. He trotted into the Flowing Plains, here the wind picked up and Ryse began to run, race with the wind, chase the wind spirits. He headed toward Raven's Point, at the mountain foothills, he turned right and slowed down a little, back to a gentle lope.
Trotting into the Whispering Forest, Ryse paused again, in another clearing and once again sat down to peer about himself, his cocked ears switching and picking up the tiniest of sounds. With a smile, Ryse began trotting forth again, toward the Dewdrop Meadow. In the Meadow, Ryse once again race the wind, but he also chased down a hare, he hadn't had breakfast yet and needed something to eat. He caught it in a few bounds and then, he stopped near the Sparkling Lake, cleaned and bolted down the hare, got a drink and then rested a few more minutes before getting up and trotting to the Cow Field. The sun was creeping down from its zenith toward evening. Ryse was pleased with himself, he had visited everything but the mountain and the Thick Pines now.
On the edge of the Cow Fields, he chased down another hare and carried the body with him as he trotted into the deepening shadows of the Thick Pines. It was cool here, and Ryse was comfortable, he'd has his daily run and now it was time to wind down. As he paced through the shadows, he tossed his head up and sent the corpse of the hare flipping before he caught it in his jaws again. Then a soft sound off to his right captured his ears and Ryse stopped, lowering his head and stepping cautiously toward the sound. Dropping the hare to his side Ryse gazed upon the tiny family before him. "Oh dear I hope I'm not disrupting you miss." He said softly and stepped back a few paces, he knew better than to approach a new mother without being invited to move to her. He stood with his head and tail low so as not to spook her any worse and earn himself some scrapes and scratches.
Word Count: 597
"Speaking"
Listening
This poor forest, it had once been strong and majestic, it would get there again, but not in many, many lifetimes, it wouldn't be there by the time Ryse's forth generation was grown and gone. He paused in a clearing and sat down, wrapping his tail over his paws and looked upward to the sky. Well, despite it's lack of majesty, it was a lovely little place anyway. Taking a breath of the air, Ryse got up again and trotted forward toward the Thick Pines. The big tall, beautiful, pines. His tail curled into its question mark as he trotted forth again. He trotted into the Flowing Plains, here the wind picked up and Ryse began to run, race with the wind, chase the wind spirits. He headed toward Raven's Point, at the mountain foothills, he turned right and slowed down a little, back to a gentle lope.
Trotting into the Whispering Forest, Ryse paused again, in another clearing and once again sat down to peer about himself, his cocked ears switching and picking up the tiniest of sounds. With a smile, Ryse began trotting forth again, toward the Dewdrop Meadow. In the Meadow, Ryse once again race the wind, but he also chased down a hare, he hadn't had breakfast yet and needed something to eat. He caught it in a few bounds and then, he stopped near the Sparkling Lake, cleaned and bolted down the hare, got a drink and then rested a few more minutes before getting up and trotting to the Cow Field. The sun was creeping down from its zenith toward evening. Ryse was pleased with himself, he had visited everything but the mountain and the Thick Pines now.
On the edge of the Cow Fields, he chased down another hare and carried the body with him as he trotted into the deepening shadows of the Thick Pines. It was cool here, and Ryse was comfortable, he'd has his daily run and now it was time to wind down. As he paced through the shadows, he tossed his head up and sent the corpse of the hare flipping before he caught it in his jaws again. Then a soft sound off to his right captured his ears and Ryse stopped, lowering his head and stepping cautiously toward the sound. Dropping the hare to his side Ryse gazed upon the tiny family before him. "Oh dear I hope I'm not disrupting you miss." He said softly and stepped back a few paces, he knew better than to approach a new mother without being invited to move to her. He stood with his head and tail low so as not to spook her any worse and earn himself some scrapes and scratches.
Word Count: 597
"Speaking"
Listening