03-27-2022, 09:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2022, 06:18 PM by Milenko. Edited 1 time in total.)
The morning sun rose lazily above the horizon of the steppes. So lazily, and so slowly did it seem to rise that even the larks and the bustards and the godwits of the plains were surprised by its appearance. Tiny black bird eyes blinked slowly at the great shining orb, as if to say “Another minute, Sun. Just another minute of sleep.”
The drowsy birds made for easy meals, thankfully, and sometimes an easy meal was sorely needed. This was the case for at least one predator out there, skulking between low hills and around the stall standing stones of the Rocky Outcrop. Milenko had been working hard to adapt to hunting in this new environment. He knew the mountains, and the boulder-strewn regions at their bases, and he even knew forests decently, but these wide open plains… These were different to him, and the techniques of tracking down and snatching the swift little dodgers that lived out here were still being learned… He had dove for a marmot two days ago, successfully hauling the disappointingly slim little rodent out of its hole. The meat on the little thing hadn’t gone too far, so Milenko was grateful for these sleep-addled birds, and for the sun’s cooperation.
He had no way to thank the sun, at least not out loud. Milenko was a mute, and had been since he awoke in these new lands utterly voiceless. It had made communication a challenge, to be sure, and the pangs of hunger had combined with the heart-soreness of loneliness into a wounding, slow sorrow that wore on the fox’s gray-furred face. The Plains felt empty. His heart and his very soul felt empty. Even as he filled his belly with unfortunate avians, the void still remained. While foxes may not need as much social time as more pack-oriented animals, they still might feel the ache of solitude from time to time, and a desire to meet others, be among others. Milenko felt those aches keenly.
Silently, he sighed, taking a second to sit and rest in the shade and cover of one of the stone fingers of the Outcrop. His eyes were on the horizon, aimed far enough away from the sun so as to still observe the great orb on the periphery of his vision. His mind was elsewhere, wandering… alone.
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The drowsy birds made for easy meals, thankfully, and sometimes an easy meal was sorely needed. This was the case for at least one predator out there, skulking between low hills and around the stall standing stones of the Rocky Outcrop. Milenko had been working hard to adapt to hunting in this new environment. He knew the mountains, and the boulder-strewn regions at their bases, and he even knew forests decently, but these wide open plains… These were different to him, and the techniques of tracking down and snatching the swift little dodgers that lived out here were still being learned… He had dove for a marmot two days ago, successfully hauling the disappointingly slim little rodent out of its hole. The meat on the little thing hadn’t gone too far, so Milenko was grateful for these sleep-addled birds, and for the sun’s cooperation.
He had no way to thank the sun, at least not out loud. Milenko was a mute, and had been since he awoke in these new lands utterly voiceless. It had made communication a challenge, to be sure, and the pangs of hunger had combined with the heart-soreness of loneliness into a wounding, slow sorrow that wore on the fox’s gray-furred face. The Plains felt empty. His heart and his very soul felt empty. Even as he filled his belly with unfortunate avians, the void still remained. While foxes may not need as much social time as more pack-oriented animals, they still might feel the ache of solitude from time to time, and a desire to meet others, be among others. Milenko felt those aches keenly.
Silently, he sighed, taking a second to sit and rest in the shade and cover of one of the stone fingers of the Outcrop. His eyes were on the horizon, aimed far enough away from the sun so as to still observe the great orb on the periphery of his vision. His mind was elsewhere, wandering… alone.
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