Post by ria16 on Feb 7, 2010 12:25:31 GMT -5
At this point Jakes legs barely wanted to carry him. There was a spiderweb of burning running up and down his body from exhaustion. His breaths came in and out as harsh gasps for air- puffs of white mist rushing out from his mouth, seeming to crystallize against the blanket that was pushed up against the lower part of his wind burnt face. Jake stumbled slightly barely managed to keep himself from falling- collapsing to the ground and giving up the week and a half long search for home.
The only thought keeping him going was the need for safety. The desire burning to get home was worse than the torturing ache in his muscles. He bowed his face into the blanket, feeling the warmth encompass it momentarily. Then Jake lifted his head at the sound of something nearby. Jaccob froze in his tracks, piercing blue eyes staring at his surroundings cautiously, Immediately he went into a defensive position almost as though he were preparing for an attack. He seemed to have been awoken from his drowsy state appearing to resemble something of a cornered cat. Preparing to claw it's way free to safety.
He sniffed at the air. The scent of this city had changed so much. Buildings having fallen, people dead. Every place he'd been this week had changed so much in this dreadful time of war. Jake barely remembers the Great War, or at least how things were at the time leading up to it. But he did remember the aftermath. People rebuilding society. Only this time the war was still happening around him. He was just a child after all. But he knew he wasn't allowed out of the base even after the war ended, he wasn't allowed out of his fathers house- simply because people were expecting the treaty to fall apart.
That house. What used to have been home.. Upon approach, gunshot was what met with him, having gone off in his general direction, one bullet barely missing him. Another going straight through his shoulder. The blood still running down his chest and back as the bullet had gone straight through flesh and bone. That was definitely not his fathers home, or his pack. The bullet whole and blood was very visible through the large white blanket wrapped tightly around his body. It seemed almost Tied on so that it wouldn't fall and allow the cold to sweep at the rest of him. The blanket no longer providing the perfect camouflage with its crimson stains.
His eyes continued to scan around for any sign of life. His body rising to the balls of his feet. Jake prepared to break into a dead run. He had already had so many hallucinations. Mostly of Aries, his mate covered in blood, standing in the snow- asking for help. Begging for help. Jake did everything he could to try to keep his mind alert, from slipping away into the dark abyss. From shutting down and finally letting him sleep. He was at the point where he barely knew what was real and what wasn't. The time spent alone also worked it's magic on the wolf's mind. His need for company, an innate desire in almost every wolf was pushing the awareness of his surroundings away. Almost forcing his mind to believe that there were other people around when there wasn't. He knew they weren't really there when he stumbled through them instead of into them.
Another noise from nearby, his head whipping from one direction to the next. Were they even real noises? There was no way for him to know. Alas he knew his mind was frail at this point, no noise and no person could be completely ignored, in case they were real. In case they really did pose a threat.
Even with the terror rising in him, The young mans face was a solid - don't screw with me - expression. His jaw locked to keep him from shivering, only made him look angry instead of cold and scared.
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The only thought keeping him going was the need for safety. The desire burning to get home was worse than the torturing ache in his muscles. He bowed his face into the blanket, feeling the warmth encompass it momentarily. Then Jake lifted his head at the sound of something nearby. Jaccob froze in his tracks, piercing blue eyes staring at his surroundings cautiously, Immediately he went into a defensive position almost as though he were preparing for an attack. He seemed to have been awoken from his drowsy state appearing to resemble something of a cornered cat. Preparing to claw it's way free to safety.
He sniffed at the air. The scent of this city had changed so much. Buildings having fallen, people dead. Every place he'd been this week had changed so much in this dreadful time of war. Jake barely remembers the Great War, or at least how things were at the time leading up to it. But he did remember the aftermath. People rebuilding society. Only this time the war was still happening around him. He was just a child after all. But he knew he wasn't allowed out of the base even after the war ended, he wasn't allowed out of his fathers house- simply because people were expecting the treaty to fall apart.
That house. What used to have been home.. Upon approach, gunshot was what met with him, having gone off in his general direction, one bullet barely missing him. Another going straight through his shoulder. The blood still running down his chest and back as the bullet had gone straight through flesh and bone. That was definitely not his fathers home, or his pack. The bullet whole and blood was very visible through the large white blanket wrapped tightly around his body. It seemed almost Tied on so that it wouldn't fall and allow the cold to sweep at the rest of him. The blanket no longer providing the perfect camouflage with its crimson stains.
His eyes continued to scan around for any sign of life. His body rising to the balls of his feet. Jake prepared to break into a dead run. He had already had so many hallucinations. Mostly of Aries, his mate covered in blood, standing in the snow- asking for help. Begging for help. Jake did everything he could to try to keep his mind alert, from slipping away into the dark abyss. From shutting down and finally letting him sleep. He was at the point where he barely knew what was real and what wasn't. The time spent alone also worked it's magic on the wolf's mind. His need for company, an innate desire in almost every wolf was pushing the awareness of his surroundings away. Almost forcing his mind to believe that there were other people around when there wasn't. He knew they weren't really there when he stumbled through them instead of into them.
Another noise from nearby, his head whipping from one direction to the next. Were they even real noises? There was no way for him to know. Alas he knew his mind was frail at this point, no noise and no person could be completely ignored, in case they were real. In case they really did pose a threat.
Even with the terror rising in him, The young mans face was a solid - don't screw with me - expression. His jaw locked to keep him from shivering, only made him look angry instead of cold and scared.
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