Post by sibber-chow on May 11, 2009 22:08:56 GMT -5
Orpheus wandered the lands alone. His ears were back and his teeth were bared. There was blood seeping from a wound at his haunch. The whites of his eyes shined in the rays of the moonlight, and there was a frenzied gleam in his gaze. His maw finally parted from its clenched position; he screamed into the air to find his father, his brother, his mother... someone?
The colt had been with his mother and brother only hours earlier. Bolin and him had been bickering and ended up splitting paths before their fight was too severe. They had only done that for there mother's sake. Orpheus still didn't just adore his mother, but he cared enough to spare her the agony of seeing one of her sons die before her own eyes. Yeah, he planned to kill Bolin, or so he said. And, Orpheus could only assume that his brother cared at least the same amount, perhaps more, about their mother. But, splitting from her might have been worse than battling it out.
Shortly after the foals had left Tuula, he heard a shrill whinny; it was his mother. The foal who was still a bit too young to really be on his own launched towards the direction he had left her. On the way, he was ambushed -- a pack of wolves. These wolves were becoming far to common a nusissance on the island. Regardless, he was never able to make it to his mother, and he had no clue of her condition, nor did he know what had happened with his brother. The fight had left him so disoriented that he felt lost in the once familar forestry.
The colt had been with his mother and brother only hours earlier. Bolin and him had been bickering and ended up splitting paths before their fight was too severe. They had only done that for there mother's sake. Orpheus still didn't just adore his mother, but he cared enough to spare her the agony of seeing one of her sons die before her own eyes. Yeah, he planned to kill Bolin, or so he said. And, Orpheus could only assume that his brother cared at least the same amount, perhaps more, about their mother. But, splitting from her might have been worse than battling it out.
Shortly after the foals had left Tuula, he heard a shrill whinny; it was his mother. The foal who was still a bit too young to really be on his own launched towards the direction he had left her. On the way, he was ambushed -- a pack of wolves. These wolves were becoming far to common a nusissance on the island. Regardless, he was never able to make it to his mother, and he had no clue of her condition, nor did he know what had happened with his brother. The fight had left him so disoriented that he felt lost in the once familar forestry.
