02-14-2016, 06:13 PM
everyone i know goes away in the end
He rests his hip against an old, creaking pine, gently grinding his flesh against its bark as he croons softly in relief. An undeniable, insatiable itch had arisen as the result of the blistering heat of summer, and here he found solace, surrounded by the foliage that covered and sheltered him from the scalding temperature. The warm breeze wafts and weaves through the dense, thick forest, gently sweeping his forelock back. His thick lashes cover his crimson-stained eyes as he closes them, savoring the feel of the cool ventilation. A mass of his size is no match for the heat wave, built out of sinewy muscle and bone, carved thickly with undulating tendons and ligaments. The moisture remained thick in the air, though he tried hard to focus on the shadows cast onto his dark pelt and how comforting their embrace was.
After a few long minutes of silence, he decided it was time to move. He could not linger in one spot for too long. He desired hydration, and knew of a creek that ran along the newer spring of pines in the midst of the forest, which sprouted up from the remains of a scorching fire from many years previous. He had lived such an incredibly long, drawn out life thus far - he could remember the towering conifers that once stood in their place, before they had burnt away to ash. He pushed forward, his thick body pressing and squeezing between various branches and limbs, sweat dripping down along his jaw as his forelock became matted and damp with sweat.
At last, the trickle of water can be heard, and it is sweet music to his ears as he nears it. He lowers his broad neck, lips tasting and savoring the cool water as he drinks heavily, growing inebriated over the sweet iciness as it lines his throat and travels down along his overheated tissue. He was a traveler, craving contact with various terrains, but it was within moments such as these in the midst of a hot, smoldering summer that he was most grateful for the icy tundra that he called his own. He lifted his head, his dark crimson eyes peering into the dark shade of the forest. He looked forward to returning to its glacial embrace, even with the coolness that shadows cast by the looming trees gave. He was simply no match for the heat.
offspring
@[thaniel]