Post by ace on Sept 15, 2005 1:44:13 GMT -5
The breezes caused the grass to sway a little, the long green blades seeming to dance in the afternoon wind. It was a fairly warm day - Ace could feel his body absorbing the heat from the sun above. He identified the clouds in the sky to be mainly of the cirrus type, and he wondered whether it would rain later. Tall evergreen trees wavered above his head, an occasional leaf falling to the ground every so often. The soil felt dry under his paws, it hadn't rained for about.. five days now, Ace had to stop and think about it for a moment. Yet he had a good excuse for his lack of memory, he had been travelling for a long while now without stopping to ponder over the day. He had had little contact with others, except for the odd chat with another passing traveller, many who warned him of the hazards around these parts. Hunters, they said. But Ace could smell no humans; the wind carried only scents of the wolves that must live in the pack around these parts.
As for Ace, he was feeling quite cheerful. After all, it had felt like a quick day for him - it had been getting up early, then continuing the walk to the east, a few short intervals of rest every now and again. Ace was a relaxed kind of guy, yet serious about the job at hand. He was serious, quiet and intelligent; he had been known for being wise, despite his age - just turned five years old, a fairly young age. Ace had deep amber-yellow eyes, the normal colour for a wolf. Fairly short ears, his eyebrows seperating the parting of the fur on his face. Ace had shaggy grey-white fur, yet his pelt was oddly coloured roanish-pink around his paws. Yet this was not that unusual, it had probably been passed down by his reddish-brown father, Murgh.
Ace had been travelling for roughly three weeks now. No, that wasn't right.. well, he had stopped several times in the passing packlands as friendly villages of wolves let him stay for the night before he continued his journey, in exchange for a chance to see Ace's hunting skills as he caught food for them. Ace was a fine young hunter - he had been trained by the Lead Hunter in his old family pack, Serevar. But now he was away from those old times.. he wasn't part of his family pack anymore. He had decided to leave them and set out on his own quest, to find his own new pack, perhaps to start his own family. So, as he neared the local pack's territory borders, he just had to wonder whether this was the place that he belonged.
As for Ace, he was feeling quite cheerful. After all, it had felt like a quick day for him - it had been getting up early, then continuing the walk to the east, a few short intervals of rest every now and again. Ace was a relaxed kind of guy, yet serious about the job at hand. He was serious, quiet and intelligent; he had been known for being wise, despite his age - just turned five years old, a fairly young age. Ace had deep amber-yellow eyes, the normal colour for a wolf. Fairly short ears, his eyebrows seperating the parting of the fur on his face. Ace had shaggy grey-white fur, yet his pelt was oddly coloured roanish-pink around his paws. Yet this was not that unusual, it had probably been passed down by his reddish-brown father, Murgh.
Ace had been travelling for roughly three weeks now. No, that wasn't right.. well, he had stopped several times in the passing packlands as friendly villages of wolves let him stay for the night before he continued his journey, in exchange for a chance to see Ace's hunting skills as he caught food for them. Ace was a fine young hunter - he had been trained by the Lead Hunter in his old family pack, Serevar. But now he was away from those old times.. he wasn't part of his family pack anymore. He had decided to leave them and set out on his own quest, to find his own new pack, perhaps to start his own family. So, as he neared the local pack's territory borders, he just had to wonder whether this was the place that he belonged.