Post by coccinelle on Apr 8, 2016 23:06:48 GMT
Behrouz | 36 moons |
Loner | -------- |
Aromas of an untroubled nature and a beautiful scenery seemed to transport the tom to a place he had only dreamed of or imagined. It was rather hard to give an account of the sights, to describe exactly what his own two mesmerised eyes had been blessed to witness, but he tried the best he could, coming across a minor setback as he continued the narrative mentally.
His senses were overwhelmed with the slightly chilly crisp air and drowned out by the salty, sometimes unwholesome scent of fish that was causing his lips to shift in a mild convulsive movement. Although he had marked out the weather conditions as cold, he personally concluded that from the nipping air teasing his fleshy salmon nose, so his conclusion may not have been completely accurate. His body was dense, heavy set and protected from the elements. It was a miracle he could detect any sensation however minuscule through his forest like pelt, or even move for that matter. The air lapped hungrily at nearly every inch of his body, missing only a few areas due to the considerate position the tom held as he was consumed by unimportant thoughts occupying his mind like unwanted guests. They dispersed with prompt, which sent a flood of relief through his previously tensed frame. It was almost as if the breeze was trying to contact him, trying to get through to him; Behrouz tenderly glanced around as he accepted the dancing embrace nature offered him. This place is unusual, the observations addressed him audibly, but it is so full of wonder and life that who knows what else it harbours! His leisurely blinking eyes soaked up the environment with interest becoming his prime state of mind. Behrouz's fur infested paw pads rasped at the sodden earth and were met with a soft graze from the blades littering the freshly moistened ground below. The tom would have to have a good groom later to clean his dense pelt of impurities. He continued along his unhurried trek, swaying ever so slightly with the direction of the welcoming breeze. He was entirely consumed by serenity at this point that amidst his wandering he had not picked up the barely perceptible sound of fresh running water; but then again as it had been so quiet, he wasn't really expected to realise. As he was brought nearer by his weary paws however it had gradually crept in volume until he was given a panoramic, sweeping view of the source. Once more he was breathless at the sight of the picturesque river, salmon tongue sneaking past his guard like lips as his throat began to harbour a scratchy sensation. The tom's paws rasped at the bank as he comfortably approached the river's edge, gradually descending his thick body until his hairy stomach grazed the earth. He then leant forth so his face was centimetres from the liquid and formed a funnel like shape with his tongue. From there he was able to lap up the soothing water and as he swallowed, exhaled at the relief the cold sensation brought to his sore throat. Mid drink he had paused, momentarily suspicious he wasn't alone, but soon dropped the thought and it remained without reconsideration when a blackbird cried overhead. They'll be nesting soon, if not now, he told himself. That's when it hit him; he would be required to find a place to stay, a place to call his own. He'd never really had that, though as he had been told there's never an earlier time to change something than now and he planned on doing as such.
I'll find a nice place, he began to himself midway through swallowing a fresh mouthful of water, where I can go as I please and no one can tell me otherwise. Will I even meet anyone? I hope so. Oh how he had suddenly, in that moment, gotten his hopes up. He believed he would find a companion one day, someone or a couple of others whom would listen to him and gift him the privilege and basic need of socialising. Satisfy an gaping window of friendship. Perhaps someone or others that would listen to his silly, unimportant jokes. Dreams, the tom shifted a great swelling from his chest in the form of an audible yawn, are not just for kits, nor are they for those who don't know what they want. Maybe the new area would produce strangers he could approach. A hopeful wave blanketed Behrouz, the tom quietly lowering his weighted head to the waters edge once more.