Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 17:05:14 GMT -6
There was a certain beauty to behold in the flower-choked prairie that was Itai. There was a drastic change in the coldness of the tunnels that Tarrant had been wandering through, and the life that spanned out around him. The scent of pollen and spring as a whole wafted in the air and tickled the mongrel's nose. The off-white canine's paws appreciated the softness of grass and plants beneath them as opposed to the hardness of stone. Though he'd been traveling for many a few seasons, his paws weren't... too calloused. Perhaps he was a little lazy and his breaks in traveling lasted more than a day or two.
The early morning sunrise stung Tarrant's eyes and he wrinkled his nose in irritation. This place would be a wonderland for someone who actually had the time to sit back and appreciate the beauty of life and nature. As the gaunt-looking male broke further into the prairie, the delightful scent of flowers would slowly be overpowered by Tarrant's personal favorite perfume.
The stench of rot was enough to make any other wolf recoil in disgust. It would make any right-minded wolf's stomach do flips and even make them vomit on the spot because of how strong it was, but Tarrant was not such a wolf. He found a great deal of comfort in the smell and the feel of death, to the point of obsession. Given how frequently he sought out and actually slept alongside the rotting dead, it was no surprise that he reeked of rotten flesh. He didn't seem to mind the fact that that stench clinging to him was off-putting to some.
Tarrant eventually found himself slowing to a stop with a long sigh. His legs were killing him. He had his sights set on making his way to Xisyn- he'd heard of a relatively interesting pack there- but he seemed to have taken a wrong turn. On the plus side, this territory was mostly unclaimed. Given that it was unclaimed, Tarrant figured a little nap wouldn't hurt. He was sleeping out in the open, which was probably stupid in hindsight. Whatever.
The wolf shook his fur out and cracked his mouth open into a long, drawn out yawn. Without a care in the world, Tarrant flopped onto his side and practically disappeared in the prairie grasses. It wouldn't surprise him if anyone tripped on him. With a long sigh, the wolf let his eyes slide shut and he willed himself to try and snooze.