01-18-2020, 08:05 PM
I should be on top, but I'm always underground
Things are lookin' up, but I'm making myself drown
The cold hand of winter had pulled all the colors of the flora from the land and left lifeless trees, snow, and ice in its wake. The once lively river turned into unmoving ice and the shores now covered with snow. The sun's rays provided some beauty as icicles reflected the light and glittered.
On the shores of the river was a slinky wolf; mask upon his face. His fur was a charcoal black with auburn socks and a auburn Mohawk like fluffy stripe running from his head to his tail tip. A pair of bright green eyes shone from the dark mask on his face. His body was decorated with some of the beauty that still was present in the land. A crown made up of white and red winter flowers was worn on his head. His mane was decorated with dark feathers that he had woven in.
Julian had only recently arrived in these new lands, these lands that had more creatures than he had ever met. He had been isolated for so long, staying away from others like how his mother had raised him. He followed the trails of the deer and other hooved creatures that he lacked the true ability to hunt, his body fed only by carcasses and food brought down by sheer dumb luck or those too weak that they became easy prey for the young hellion.
The slinky creature looked nervously at the ice as he was hungry but didn't know if the ice was strong enough to support his substantial weight. He hunted in the rivers during the spring, summer, and autumn though this was his first winter without his mother. He had been warned away from the ice when he was young, told of the danger that falling under the ice brought. But he was hungry and meals had been few and far between due to the few carcasses in the area and the beast's lack of hunting ability. His large frame was skinnier than it should have been at his age. The dark and hellion needed to eat and he thought that he could find something across the river. Perhaps a carcass.
On the shores of the river was a slinky wolf; mask upon his face. His fur was a charcoal black with auburn socks and a auburn Mohawk like fluffy stripe running from his head to his tail tip. A pair of bright green eyes shone from the dark mask on his face. His body was decorated with some of the beauty that still was present in the land. A crown made up of white and red winter flowers was worn on his head. His mane was decorated with dark feathers that he had woven in.
Julian had only recently arrived in these new lands, these lands that had more creatures than he had ever met. He had been isolated for so long, staying away from others like how his mother had raised him. He followed the trails of the deer and other hooved creatures that he lacked the true ability to hunt, his body fed only by carcasses and food brought down by sheer dumb luck or those too weak that they became easy prey for the young hellion.
The slinky creature looked nervously at the ice as he was hungry but didn't know if the ice was strong enough to support his substantial weight. He hunted in the rivers during the spring, summer, and autumn though this was his first winter without his mother. He had been warned away from the ice when he was young, told of the danger that falling under the ice brought. But he was hungry and meals had been few and far between due to the few carcasses in the area and the beast's lack of hunting ability. His large frame was skinnier than it should have been at his age. The dark and hellion needed to eat and he thought that he could find something across the river. Perhaps a carcass.
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