Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 1 - Bubble Universe)
01-14-2010, 08:32 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Wolf's mind was ablaze with conflicting thoughts and feelings. Not only did he have to deal with completly new sights and smells and sounds, but the very world was different! Wolf was scared. He was alone, a packless not-wolf, He thought of the seven strange smelling taillesses* that were described to him. He could still smell them, but they were all scattered around. Then wolf thought of the Moose-hair-short-name and Tree-paw-nice-tailless that had greeted him. Wolf killed his prey to eat them, and to survive he might have to fight off rival wolves, but now he had to fight taillesses, a feat wolves would not do unless they had the bad-smell-frothing-mouth madness. One part of the speech made no sense to Wolf. They said he someone would die, but the rest of his speech became blurred. What had come next?**
Shaking his body to rid himsel fof the bad thoughts, Wolf examined his surroundings. The world stretched around him in every directions. By looking up, Wolf saw that if he loped in the same direction for long enough he would end up where he started.
But the smells. Or rather, the lack therof. There were no smells of prey or territory or life or fast-wets. It seemed devoid, lifeless.
He padded down a street, heading in the direction of the faint smell of one of the taillesses.
Wolf's mind was ablaze with conflicting thoughts and feelings. Not only did he have to deal with completly new sights and smells and sounds, but the very world was different! Wolf was scared. He was alone, a packless not-wolf, He thought of the seven strange smelling taillesses* that were described to him. He could still smell them, but they were all scattered around. Then wolf thought of the Moose-hair-short-name and Tree-paw-nice-tailless that had greeted him. Wolf killed his prey to eat them, and to survive he might have to fight off rival wolves, but now he had to fight taillesses, a feat wolves would not do unless they had the bad-smell-frothing-mouth madness. One part of the speech made no sense to Wolf. They said he someone would die, but the rest of his speech became blurred. What had come next?**
Shaking his body to rid himsel fof the bad thoughts, Wolf examined his surroundings. The world stretched around him in every directions. By looking up, Wolf saw that if he loped in the same direction for long enough he would end up where he started.
But the smells. Or rather, the lack therof. There were no smells of prey or territory or life or fast-wets. It seemed devoid, lifeless.
He padded down a street, heading in the direction of the faint smell of one of the taillesses.