Post by ♠ Spade ♠ on Nov 23, 2009 19:24:10 GMT -5
Sawyer
((Reminds me of the Amazon Trail))
Today was Sawyer's day to race the wind. For a little while anyways. As he streaked across the land, he had to constantly remind himself not to overdo it lest his injured leg stiffen up. He hated pushing himself to that point because then he was all but immobile for the rest of the day. A slight twinge shot up his leg and the dark furred wolf slowed to an easy trot. He frowned slightly as he remembered the day when he could run as long as he wanted to, or at least until he ran out of breath.
He came to a river that he often went to for a drink, but this time, the river wasn't the same. There was a bridge there that he had never seen before, one made of stone. He could imagine that it had once been the image of architectural perfection, but time had taken it's toll on the structure. Nonetheless it looked sturdy, but there was something else strange about Sawyer's river. As he looked up and tried to see just what was on the bridge, he noticed that there was something obstructing his view. He gave a confused whine as he trotted towards the bridge to further investigate. He had always been able to see the opposite bank when he came to this river. And if this bridge was really as old as it looked, then why hadn't he noticed it before?
The reddish brown wolf's mind swarmed with questions until he actually took a step onto the bridge. A slight sort of electric shock traveled up his legs from the pads of his paws and seemed to completely erase his thoughts. Confusion was replaced with a sense of peace and tranquility and his paws suddenly itched to carry himself forward over the bridge. It was as if something on the unseen side of the bridge was calling to him, asking him to cross the bridge.
And, without really thinking about it, Sawyer obeyed. His movements were somewhat trance like as he headed towards the other side of the bridge. He didn't even seem to notice when he passed through the strange substance that shrouded the opposite bank of the river. When he finally stepped off on the other side, it didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't in his old home anymore. He felt rejuvenated and he took off running to explore this new land.
Sawyer, welcome to Clearwilde Edge.
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