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Wandering Pawsore and weary; (Open) (Repost)
Topic Started: Jul 6 2010, 03:32 AM (490 Views)
Ryu Silvertooth
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Light was fading as the large figure trudged along the right side of a path, the sun to his left. His legs pushed him ever forward while his arms hung almost lifeless at his sides and his paws rested on the hilts of two short swords he had strapped to his waist.
The creature's fur was brown and a bit matted, speckled with blood here and there, though it didn't seem as if he was injured. His normally jovial tail dragged behind him like a lifeless serpent as it made a small trail in the dust the path had collected. His eyes remained downcast as the earth traveled by beneath him, the rocks and sparse vegitation seeming to elude his death stare. His whiskers twitched, and due to the right side being about an inch shorter than the left side, he looked quite comical if it hadn't been for the depressing state he was in.
"Can't stop until I reach the fort," he stated. He had been repeating that phrase for nearly a day now, and even though he had gone several days without a wink of sleep, he knew he'd make it, or so he hoped. He could barely lift his footpaws off the ground as it was, and another night's travel wouldn't help him any. As he walked, his eyes slid closed, and he began to drift into a traveling-sleep state.
He slowly opened his eyes again, making sure he was on the right track, and his blue eyes gazed upwards. In the distance, he could make out a small dot, though on that dot were the discernable shapes of turrets like a castle's. For the first time in three days, a smile graced his lips. His pace increased ever so slightly, and his back straightened about the same amount, but seeing that sight was all he needed to lift his spirits.
He brought his footpaw forward to take another step, but it became tangled in a gnarled tree root, and the Otter fell into the dirt, a small sigh of pain, exhaustion and frustration escaping his lips. He began to lift himself, but his elbows buckled, and he fell once again. Again the Otter gave a valiant effort, and resumed a kneeling position, but after trying to take a step, he plopped back down. He lay there then, breathing shallow, eyes closed, just out of reach of the goal he had so longed to reach.
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