06-17-2018, 09:16 PM
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KODIAK
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The vapors of Kodiak's breathing appeared in a ghostly form out of his nostrils, the cold air chilling the silver hyena's breath to form ghost-like steam patterns in the air.
He sighed deeply, looking down at his snow-covered paws as he tread the plains, away from the territory which he neared previously when traveling with Hana.
He’d been wrong.
About going back to his ‘normal life’ and abstaining from clan life. What ‘normal life’ did he lead? By no means was anything that Kodiak had experienced thus far ‘normal.’ What was he still doing in the cold by himself? He’d certainly die here alone.
What the hell was he thinking? Why would he reject such an offer from Hana, one which promised food, shelter, and above all: friendship?
He realized that parting ways from Hana was the worst decision he could have ever made. As if he thought he had a choice in what’s best for him. He wanted to turn back and catch up with Hana, tears welling up as he wanted her to take him back in as a friend, as a clan mate. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. His veins felt frozen, and his bones felt cold as ice.
Had the cold finally caught up to him?
No, it wasn't the cold that made him stop in his tracks -- yet, it did play a part in his temporary paralysis -- it was the pride of his bloodline.
He could feel the stern growl of his father echo through every chamber of thought in his mind. “Jio’ha ... If you are to survive in these lands, you must learn to trust no other. You belong to us, our pack. Accept yourself into any other, and your blood is invalid in the eyes of a Duskborn.” Pride slaughtered many souls that belonged to his family, his friends, and everyone in-between.
He wouldn’t give in this time.
His lungs began to contract, and his paws became numb. It was too late to have made this decision. Regretting everything, the slender hyena sank to the stark white below him, his vision growing dark, darker, yet darker. His thoughts began to slow, yet he was still able to muster enough energy to damn his pride and call for help, albeit quietly.
"Hana..."
The freezing temperatures lulled him into unconsciousness like a deadly lullaby.
He sighed deeply, looking down at his snow-covered paws as he tread the plains, away from the territory which he neared previously when traveling with Hana.
He’d been wrong.
About going back to his ‘normal life’ and abstaining from clan life. What ‘normal life’ did he lead? By no means was anything that Kodiak had experienced thus far ‘normal.’ What was he still doing in the cold by himself? He’d certainly die here alone.
What the hell was he thinking? Why would he reject such an offer from Hana, one which promised food, shelter, and above all: friendship?
He realized that parting ways from Hana was the worst decision he could have ever made. As if he thought he had a choice in what’s best for him. He wanted to turn back and catch up with Hana, tears welling up as he wanted her to take him back in as a friend, as a clan mate. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. His veins felt frozen, and his bones felt cold as ice.
Had the cold finally caught up to him?
No, it wasn't the cold that made him stop in his tracks -- yet, it did play a part in his temporary paralysis -- it was the pride of his bloodline.
He could feel the stern growl of his father echo through every chamber of thought in his mind. “Jio’ha ... If you are to survive in these lands, you must learn to trust no other. You belong to us, our pack. Accept yourself into any other, and your blood is invalid in the eyes of a Duskborn.” Pride slaughtered many souls that belonged to his family, his friends, and everyone in-between.
He wouldn’t give in this time.
His lungs began to contract, and his paws became numb. It was too late to have made this decision. Regretting everything, the slender hyena sank to the stark white below him, his vision growing dark, darker, yet darker. His thoughts began to slow, yet he was still able to muster enough energy to damn his pride and call for help, albeit quietly.
"Hana..."
The freezing temperatures lulled him into unconsciousness like a deadly lullaby.