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diRPG | Worlf

"Nursing fresh wounds in the morning light~"

Opting to stay calm and silent, you noiselessly head for the bushes, head held low as you hide. The bushes were quite dense, managing to cover you well, the dogs barks and howls fading into the distance. Now that the initial threat was over, it was dire time you look for shelter. You cross the river, belly deep in water. After exiting the river and shaking off you leave the area, lifting your head up you:

A] Decide to spend the night by the riverbank.

B] Decide to spend the night in a nearby cave.

C] Decide to spend the night among the bushes.

~~~

Worlf couldn’t remember stopping.

The night that had passed seemed like a blur, all he could remember was the pain of his wounds and the burning of his legs as he tore through the woods as fast as he could. His lungs were screaming, pleading for him to stop, the taste of blood in the back of his throat with every breath he snorted. It had been a while since he had heard the howls and yips of the wolves, the wind still raging on around him as he leapt over boulders and fallen trees.

The stallion snapped his eyes open, jerking his head up high as he woke from his slumber. His ears swivelled from side to side as he scanned his surroundings frantically, his heart pumping wildly in his chest as fear clawed at his lungs. It appeared to be morning now, the woods quiet and full of slumber. Yellow rays of early morning sun shone between the many trees, the light dancing on the blades of grass beside the large stallion.

Worlf took a few deep breaths, his heart rate slowly dropping as he calmed, the threat of danger vanishing from his mind. It appeared that he had finally escaped the jaws of the wolves, the stallion now finding himself resting comfortably by a small river. The water rolled past lazily over the rocks and boulders that littered its banks, a lone dragonfly skimming across the water surface with ease.

The once wild winds from the night before appeared to have also calmed, a small breeze tickling his ears as it flowed through his mane and tail. Worlf caught a few scents on the wind, the stallion flaring his nostrils as he took in all the smells. His stomach lurched as he smelt the all too familiar scent of wolf but calmed again as he noted that the scent was quite stale. He scanned the small clearing for tracks, his eyes softening as the only tracks he could see were hooved ones.

The breeze tickled his face once more and he closed his eyes as he took another deep breath in, frowning slightly as another familiar scent found its way into his nostrils. The smell of deer washed over him, and the stallion snorted irritably, opening his eyes again to watch a small cluster of tadpoles zip back and forth in the river. The familiar scent had to be the doe and buck that he had ran into only yesterday, meaning that they would have been near when the wolves had attacked him.

Worlf winced as he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, the stallion turning his head to gaze at the large scratch marks that littered his shoulders and back. A particularly large gash protruded from his shoulder blade, the blood dried and forming a large scab over the wound. Worlf knew that in time, that gash would be a constant reminder of his near-death experience. Worlf’s thoughts flicked back to the doe and buck again, the stallion flicking his ears dismissively as he shook his head. He was quite annoyed that the buck did not come when he had called out for help, however the stallion did understand, if only a little, why he may have ignored his call. The buck had a doe to protect, and although he may have heard Worlf’s cry for help, the buck’s priority was to keep his doe safe.

Worlf turned to gaze at a group of wild boars that had loudly announced their arrival. Their snorts and bellows echoing through the quiet woods as they dug at the roots of the trees with their snouts. Worlf cared not about their arrival, knowing that the group were more interested in filling their bellies than to harass a resting stallion. The group of boars acknowledged Worlf’s existence, the largest of the group snorting a quick hello before leading the group further into the woods.

Worlf could feel the heaviness of sleep cascade over his body once more, his eyes drooping as he laid his head on the grass, his nose just touching the waters edge. His scrapes and wounds were sore, and the stallion’s legs ached from the exhausting journey they had carried him on the night before. The black stallion let the sweet lulls of sleep take over his body, his eyes closing as his breathing slowed to the steady beat of slumber.

He definitely needed to rest before continuing on his journey. It had been a big night, and Worlf knew that if he was going to make it anywhere, he needed to give his body time to rest and heal.

~~~

Word count: 775
Horse reference: CLICK
Background reference: CLICK CLICK

Description

diRPG | Worlf

"Nursing fresh wounds in the morning light~"

Opting to stay calm and silent, you noiselessly head for the bushes, head held low as you hide. The bushes were quite dense, managing to cover you well, the dogs barks and howls fading into the distance. Now that the initial threat was over, it was dire time you look for shelter. You cross the river, belly deep in water. After exiting the river and shaking off you leave the area, lifting your head up you:

A] Decide to spend the night by the riverbank.

B] Decide to spend the night in a nearby cave.

C] Decide to spend the night among the bushes.

~~~

Worlf couldn’t remember stopping.

The night that had passed seemed like a blur, all he could remember was the pain of his wounds and the burning of his legs as he tore through the woods as fast as he could. His lungs were screaming, pleading for him to stop, the taste of blood in the back of his throat with every breath he snorted. It had been a while since he had heard the howls and yips of the wolves, the wind still raging on around him as he leapt over boulders and fallen trees.

The stallion snapped his eyes open, jerking his head up high as he woke from his slumber. His ears swivelled from side to side as he scanned his surroundings frantically, his heart pumping wildly in his chest as fear clawed at his lungs. It appeared to be morning now, the woods quiet and full of slumber. Yellow rays of early morning sun shone between the many trees, the light dancing on the blades of grass beside the large stallion.

Worlf took a few deep breaths, his heart rate slowly dropping as he calmed, the threat of danger vanishing from his mind. It appeared that he had finally escaped the jaws of the wolves, the stallion now finding himself resting comfortably by a small river. The water rolled past lazily over the rocks and boulders that littered its banks, a lone dragonfly skimming across the water surface with ease.

The once wild winds from the night before appeared to have also calmed, a small breeze tickling his ears as it flowed through his mane and tail. Worlf caught a few scents on the wind, the stallion flaring his nostrils as he took in all the smells. His stomach lurched as he smelt the all too familiar scent of wolf but calmed again as he noted that the scent was quite stale. He scanned the small clearing for tracks, his eyes softening as the only tracks he could see were hooved ones.

The breeze tickled his face once more and he closed his eyes as he took another deep breath in, frowning slightly as another familiar scent found its way into his nostrils. The smell of deer washed over him, and the stallion snorted irritably, opening his eyes again to watch a small cluster of tadpoles zip back and forth in the river. The familiar scent had to be the doe and buck that he had ran into only yesterday, meaning that they would have been near when the wolves had attacked him.

Worlf winced as he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, the stallion turning his head to gaze at the large scratch marks that littered his shoulders and back. A particularly large gash protruded from his shoulder blade, the blood dried and forming a large scab over the wound. Worlf knew that in time, that gash would be a constant reminder of his near-death experience. Worlf’s thoughts flicked back to the doe and buck again, the stallion flicking his ears dismissively as he shook his head. He was quite annoyed that the buck did not come when he had called out for help, however the stallion did understand, if only a little, why he may have ignored his call. The buck had a doe to protect, and although he may have heard Worlf’s cry for help, the buck’s priority was to keep his doe safe.

Worlf turned to gaze at a group of wild boars that had loudly announced their arrival. Their snorts and bellows echoing through the quiet woods as they dug at the roots of the trees with their snouts. Worlf cared not about their arrival, knowing that the group were more interested in filling their bellies than to harass a resting stallion. The group of boars acknowledged Worlf’s existence, the largest of the group snorting a quick hello before leading the group further into the woods.

Worlf could feel the heaviness of sleep cascade over his body once more, his eyes drooping as he laid his head on the grass, his nose just touching the waters edge. His scrapes and wounds were sore, and the stallion’s legs ached from the exhausting journey they had carried him on the night before. The black stallion let the sweet lulls of sleep take over his body, his eyes closing as his breathing slowed to the steady beat of slumber.

He definitely needed to rest before continuing on his journey. It had been a big night, and Worlf knew that if he was going to make it anywhere, he needed to give his body time to rest and heal.

~~~

Word count: 775
Horse reference: CLICK
Background reference: CLICK CLICK