I'll show the fire how to burn
Mar 1, 2015 16:39:19 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Mar 1, 2015 16:39:19 GMT -5
The pale sunlight broke through a thin veil of clouds, glittering on the early frost. This was preferable to the dew that would soak his forelegs, paws and stomach when he was out. The weight of water felt heavy against his skin, trapping moisture for what seemed to be months until he was free of its oppressive nature. Being so large he had more square inches to dry than most dogs. It bothered him most when the rain soaked through the matted fur just over his undercoat, seeping down. Those days he opted to stay indoors or out of the rain relative to feeling akin to a drenched rat.
Çərkəz had traveled far from his homeland. Every decisive step left him wondering what he wanted to accomplish next in his life. The choices are endless, one would say. His choice was to find purpose.
After a surprising retirement pushed through the committee of warlords, Çərkəz was left without a position in his homeland. That fateful day had deprived him of what he had known his whole life in favor of a better, stronger dog. Çərkəz never fought the decision, accepting it with grace and the knowledge that it was time to move on. He could have easily taken up residence on the board, it just would drain him more readily than a days hard work. The great dog had chosen to take his leave after the pardon, bidding farewell to the pack and his comrades before taking to his journey.
He traveled wide, ranging from the extremes of cold to the valleys of peaking summer heat. Working under contracts in various areas, he gained a name for himself. It was in his sixth year that he continued farther south and closer to the coast. When he ventured into Cascaro it had been to the tune of around his seventh year of life. The aging warrior struck quite the pose against a backdrop of spindly scenery. The forest had been long in breadth and depth, enticing him with brief glances to what would be waiting for him when he got where he wanted to be going.
Occasionally he would pause to take a rest. There he would hunt and make his bed for the night before continuing onward. His bright amber gaze surveyed his world in curiosity. If this was where he was to settle, perhaps he could find a way of living that meant something to him.
// Closed for Peregrine