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Post by Kumo on Nov 25, 2012 21:29:21 GMT -5
Prologue: Word Count: 324
Padded footfalls sounded as they crunched through a white meadow, snow masking the undergrowth. This was a lifeless wasteland. A desolate place where those foolish enough to venture; might die of starvation or thirst, or if the darkness of night should creep up on them, succumb to the now freezing temperatures.
But this had once been his home, and Krae knew all of its secrets. Spring promised rivers well populated with salmon. Warm air would waft up from the river beds, melting the snow and ice, revealing rich vegetation. It would carry with it, pleasing scents from wildflowers and fruit. In the spring, this would become a sanctuary known as ElderGrove.
Krae ignored the chill breeze which pierced its way throught the thick mat of brown fur that sheltered his skin. Still, the young wolf pressed forward, fighting against the fierce wind blocking his path. He was looking for something. Determined to find it no matter what the consequences might be.
Small shrubs concealed a slightly steep incline that sloped downwards. To wander here unaware, could prove foolish -especially with the sheet of ice that could cause one to slip and plummet, down down down and into the rocks below. Krae recognized this place immediately, he was almost home.
He approached the incline tentatively, knowing that this was the only way to reach his destination. Poking his narrow head through the shrubs, Krae peered down. Small jagged rocks lined the path and jutted out of the frozen earth, at the very end of the path stood a tall fir tree. Krae estimated it being nearly ten feet down. Hmmm, well this shouldn't be so bad, he thought to himself.
Underestimating the icy terrain was possibly the worst thing that anyone could do. With one tentative step, he tumbled. Down he fell, hitting every sharp rock that barred his path, until finally he slammed into the tree at the bottom, with a loud thud!
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