Post by Dnias on Mar 14, 2007 3:39:57 GMT -5
Dragging his paws along behind him, Dnias made his way toward the wonderful scent of fresh, flowing water. His head was heavy, his huge tail dragging behind him, the aluminium the only thing preventing it being torn apart by any rocks hidden in the grass. Grass was a good sign, grass meant water, and water meant food. His flattened ears perked up a little at this thought, although his nose still hung mere inches above the ground, too exhausted to hunt right now.
He wasn't a brilliant hunter anyway, his tail slowed him down and he jingled slightly when he walked, the wing gave far too much air resistance and hurt when he ran fast. It was hopeless, he shouldn't have left.
The sight of the glimmering water, shining in the midday sun was enough to cheer him up and he galumphed forward, his tail rattling as it wagged. The great beast skidded to a halt and collapsed at the edge of the water, too tired to yelp when he stuck himself with his own spines.
Carefully he shifted his legs into a better position and allowed his heavy head to lie at the waters edge, lapping it up as if it were a sacred liquor. He drank. And drank. He drank until he thought his stomach would burst. And then, he stepped into the water, bathing his beaten and dusty skin, the wounds that his mouth had been too dry to lick clean.
A mixture of blood and grime slid downstream, the relief of the water cooling his hot skin was amazing. His back had been burning in this heat, the black coat more suitable for mid winter than this hot sun. He had no clue even what the season was, he hadn't paid it much thought, but it was preying on his mind right now.
Finally, with a last splash, he dragged himself out of the water and lay with a flat thump on a patch of grass at the edge, he didn't even shake himself off. His head rested on his huge paws, tongue lolling from side to side as he panted, drying himself off in the sun.
He wasn't a brilliant hunter anyway, his tail slowed him down and he jingled slightly when he walked, the wing gave far too much air resistance and hurt when he ran fast. It was hopeless, he shouldn't have left.
The sight of the glimmering water, shining in the midday sun was enough to cheer him up and he galumphed forward, his tail rattling as it wagged. The great beast skidded to a halt and collapsed at the edge of the water, too tired to yelp when he stuck himself with his own spines.
Carefully he shifted his legs into a better position and allowed his heavy head to lie at the waters edge, lapping it up as if it were a sacred liquor. He drank. And drank. He drank until he thought his stomach would burst. And then, he stepped into the water, bathing his beaten and dusty skin, the wounds that his mouth had been too dry to lick clean.
A mixture of blood and grime slid downstream, the relief of the water cooling his hot skin was amazing. His back had been burning in this heat, the black coat more suitable for mid winter than this hot sun. He had no clue even what the season was, he hadn't paid it much thought, but it was preying on his mind right now.
Finally, with a last splash, he dragged himself out of the water and lay with a flat thump on a patch of grass at the edge, he didn't even shake himself off. His head rested on his huge paws, tongue lolling from side to side as he panted, drying himself off in the sun.