05-22-2022, 04:31 AM
@Cyprin
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For the briefest of moments, the constant pain of hunger simply… vanished.
The eight month old had become a true puppy again, and it was not the waning fog but the presence of the sea that saw light appear in those often sad eyes. The air tasted of salt, the foam from the churning against the rocks danced in the wind, and the slightest tail wag would be awarded to the rising waves as he vaguely recalled a memory lost somewhere to time… fish, of course, was out of the question. Though Zentaro knew how to swim the darkness of the sea was intimidating, and thus it fell to the sparse, damp and dead looking forest to provide something to keep him coming for the following days.
The crooked branches bore no berries, and when they were chewed, produced very little in the way of… well, anything. There had been a strange sort of brown cocoon that had been snatched up and chewed thoroughly despite its bitter taste, but whatever laid within hadn’t granted much sustenance. Recalling that the base of trees often held mice awaiting the cool nighttime, the lanky boy began to dig at the roots with as much energy that could be afforded, but all that could be found was the moist, dark earth and the scattering of tiny things that were not worth the effort.
There was only one thing left to do.
Sea birds were crafty foes with eyes that saw in every direction and powerful wings to lift them into the heavens, but he would be faster. Smarter. When they donned the rocks afar close to the water’s edge, he would sneak up behind them and snap their necks in a single bite…! How his mouth watered at the prospect of warm meat as Taro tiptoed awkwardly about in the decaying mist, shifting from area to area, waiting for the damned things to land. They would have to. Eventually. Any moment now…………..
The eight month old had become a true puppy again, and it was not the waning fog but the presence of the sea that saw light appear in those often sad eyes. The air tasted of salt, the foam from the churning against the rocks danced in the wind, and the slightest tail wag would be awarded to the rising waves as he vaguely recalled a memory lost somewhere to time… fish, of course, was out of the question. Though Zentaro knew how to swim the darkness of the sea was intimidating, and thus it fell to the sparse, damp and dead looking forest to provide something to keep him coming for the following days.
The crooked branches bore no berries, and when they were chewed, produced very little in the way of… well, anything. There had been a strange sort of brown cocoon that had been snatched up and chewed thoroughly despite its bitter taste, but whatever laid within hadn’t granted much sustenance. Recalling that the base of trees often held mice awaiting the cool nighttime, the lanky boy began to dig at the roots with as much energy that could be afforded, but all that could be found was the moist, dark earth and the scattering of tiny things that were not worth the effort.
There was only one thing left to do.
Sea birds were crafty foes with eyes that saw in every direction and powerful wings to lift them into the heavens, but he would be faster. Smarter. When they donned the rocks afar close to the water’s edge, he would sneak up behind them and snap their necks in a single bite…! How his mouth watered at the prospect of warm meat as Taro tiptoed awkwardly about in the decaying mist, shifting from area to area, waiting for the damned things to land. They would have to. Eventually. Any moment now…………..
the staff team luvs u