Post by authgrim on Nov 19, 2017 22:58:25 GMT
Paws placed themselves delicately on the sand, stretched wide to attempt to keep from sinking in too far, in a rather vain attempt to keep up the albeit choppy little trot. Sightless sockets glistened in the sun's light, speckles with bubbles of puss, and a clear infected ooze, and the dog admittedly wished that some would run down his maw, onto his nose which had been dried by the desert to the point where even a twitch stretched the taut skin painfully, threatening to split it. "Sovrasil, bring me to water, please. I've gotten disoriented, help this follower, I beg of you, give me your mercy, I beg, I beg," Cathbharr murmured quietly as he moved, slowing to a sluggish walk.
He held to the fact that he would remain safe so long as he held faith in his God, but he was beginning to feel the grips of panic as he realized that he was lost in the desert, where water was not plentiful, and food that he knew how to catch was scarce. He twitched his ears and turned his head into the gritty breeze that picked up. 'There!' He thought to himself, as he realized that he could smell the sweet scent of life - of water. The thought of it made his mouth feel as if it were trying to water. He had been wandering since the previous day, somehow having convinced himself that he would loop out, and come back after a little exploration to get a feel for how the desert was. At some point in his loop though, he'd gotten lost, and now found himself wandering almost aimlessly. He couldn't smell the landscape which he'd once walked from, and could only smell sand and rocks. Except for the scents that he was moving towards now - he could detect those and knew that they were the smells of plants and water and mud.
Cathbharr found himself loping towards it, unable to conceal his desire for the life-giving liquid that his body ached for. He felt as if his blood had dried and turned to dust in his veins, and while he didn't know where the liquid for the infection in his eye sockets came from, he didn't question it. He would quench his thirst, and as he came upon the little... Oasis, he darted for the water, splashing in up to his belly and dropping. He had sucked in the moist air on his way down and as the water closed over his head, he let it out slowly in conjunction with placing his tongue in a certain way, keeping the water from flooding his nostrils, and his mouth. Some still seeped into his nasal cavity through and burnt fiercely. He emerged, letting it pool from his mouth, and snorting it from his nose. He shook his head, clearing his ears, and listened. The small area was alive and he knew he wasn't alone. It wasn't until a moment later that he realized that he was indeed not the only creature there beyond birds and hidden reptiles, or the odd mouse he could smell, or the odd slightly fishy odor of a frog. "Is there someone there?" Cathbharr called out, turning his head about, sniffing, listening.
He held to the fact that he would remain safe so long as he held faith in his God, but he was beginning to feel the grips of panic as he realized that he was lost in the desert, where water was not plentiful, and food that he knew how to catch was scarce. He twitched his ears and turned his head into the gritty breeze that picked up. 'There!' He thought to himself, as he realized that he could smell the sweet scent of life - of water. The thought of it made his mouth feel as if it were trying to water. He had been wandering since the previous day, somehow having convinced himself that he would loop out, and come back after a little exploration to get a feel for how the desert was. At some point in his loop though, he'd gotten lost, and now found himself wandering almost aimlessly. He couldn't smell the landscape which he'd once walked from, and could only smell sand and rocks. Except for the scents that he was moving towards now - he could detect those and knew that they were the smells of plants and water and mud.
Cathbharr found himself loping towards it, unable to conceal his desire for the life-giving liquid that his body ached for. He felt as if his blood had dried and turned to dust in his veins, and while he didn't know where the liquid for the infection in his eye sockets came from, he didn't question it. He would quench his thirst, and as he came upon the little... Oasis, he darted for the water, splashing in up to his belly and dropping. He had sucked in the moist air on his way down and as the water closed over his head, he let it out slowly in conjunction with placing his tongue in a certain way, keeping the water from flooding his nostrils, and his mouth. Some still seeped into his nasal cavity through and burnt fiercely. He emerged, letting it pool from his mouth, and snorting it from his nose. He shook his head, clearing his ears, and listened. The small area was alive and he knew he wasn't alone. It wasn't until a moment later that he realized that he was indeed not the only creature there beyond birds and hidden reptiles, or the odd mouse he could smell, or the odd slightly fishy odor of a frog. "Is there someone there?" Cathbharr called out, turning his head about, sniffing, listening.
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