Post by Miss Paradox on Jun 5, 2012 18:47:55 GMT -7
Long limber pillars struck out at the soft earth drawing his muscled frame along at a swift pace. Cracked and damaged daggers dug deep into ground as he carelessly flung himself through the scrub. His grey coat brushing up against the trees leaving behind a trail of cuts and blood.
He moved at a reckless pace twisting and leaping over fallen limbs through the maze of trunks and bushes. Upturned roots threatened to trip the great brute up and yet he continued. For anyone watching all that would be seen was a white flash amongst the brown and green backdrop.
For what seemed like little reason the brute halted, his hindquarters sliding beneath him as he slipped and scrambled forward to regain his balance, a snort that echoed loudly in the silent morning and a light squeal he turned around as if tracking the path he had just made.
The mornings light filtered through the trees throwing queer shadows over him as he stood. Sides heaving and nostrils flared as he stood catching his breath. What could today possible bring?
