Post by phalo on May 16, 2008 18:14:56 GMT -5
...To realize his life. Bayne stared across the endless ocean of lapping waves. His still figure swayed with them as they tugged at his paws. Salty droplets of water dotted his grey and brown fur, turning it dark. Paradise...what he needed. Paradise...where his family was. Paradise...what would bring him closer to it.
Golden optics turned away from the sea, to slowly take in the surrounding terrain. A water drenched isle stood out among the water. Bayne slowly trotted forth, until the water ran up to his shoulders. He hated being wet, and decided to get over with it.
Take the isle, and stay there. Be of help to passerbys. Ugh! Bayne shook his head with disgust. Who would want to walk through an ocean, only to be washed up on icky, grainy sand? Bayne ignored the temptation to fall in and sway along with the waves. Lifting his head up, only to focus on that isle, be padded on.
Noon clouds were rolling in, storm. Great time to be wading through one and half foot deep water. At least it wasn't so far off...Bayne pelted up onto the shore of the tropical island, lifting his nose to scent the wind. Plenty of prey scent, but so far, no wolves. Bayne had plans; this would be his home. And only his.
Weariness tugged at his bones as he sank down onto his knees. He didn't care about the wet sand, as he pulled himself under a bush frond. Some sleep would be good, eh...?
Golden optics turned away from the sea, to slowly take in the surrounding terrain. A water drenched isle stood out among the water. Bayne slowly trotted forth, until the water ran up to his shoulders. He hated being wet, and decided to get over with it.
Take the isle, and stay there. Be of help to passerbys. Ugh! Bayne shook his head with disgust. Who would want to walk through an ocean, only to be washed up on icky, grainy sand? Bayne ignored the temptation to fall in and sway along with the waves. Lifting his head up, only to focus on that isle, be padded on.
Noon clouds were rolling in, storm. Great time to be wading through one and half foot deep water. At least it wasn't so far off...Bayne pelted up onto the shore of the tropical island, lifting his nose to scent the wind. Plenty of prey scent, but so far, no wolves. Bayne had plans; this would be his home. And only his.
Weariness tugged at his bones as he sank down onto his knees. He didn't care about the wet sand, as he pulled himself under a bush frond. Some sleep would be good, eh...?