Alik
With: No one
Location: In the Wilderness
Current Mood: Nervous, worried.
Crush/Mate: None
He crashed into the shallow water, small splashes of water and mud splashing up on all sides. But as he fell onto his side, he felt something crunch into his side. Something hard. Something sharp. It hurt. He looked down towards the source of the pain. He had collided with a small rock on the river bed. He pulled away from the rock slowly and carefully. It had failed to penetrate his side. There was no blood. Yet there was now an aching pain in his side. One that he felt coursing through his body, white hot. He looked back at the female, his eyes beginning to show signs of fear. Of course this pride was no different from the rest. Nobody was prepared or had the patience to get through to him. This female, despite following him, was not qualified enough to deal with him. He turned his head and waded through the river, the current lapping around his feet like a pack of hungry wolves. Every step he took echoed pain through his body. But he didn't stop. Didn't look back. Just like the other times he'd been attacked by prides, he kept walking. Eventually, he reached the other side of the bank. Shaking off the mud on his pelt, he stared out into the rest of the forest. It was darker than he remembered. Colder. Still, it was all he had. He padded through the bushes and disappeared from the female's sights, never to return.
He has only been walking for a half mile before the pain in his side reached a level beyond that of which he could bare. He sank down onto the opposite side, his breathing heavy. Without the protection of the Lone Warriors, Alik was now exposed and weakened to his surroundings. The pains that hadn't affected him before now flowed through him like polluted water in a river. He lifted his head and looked around. He didn't know here he was anymore. He was lost. Alone. Vulnerable. Suddenly, a mournful howl caught his ears in the distance. His ears flicked towards the source of the sound.
Wolves. Antlered Guardians could easily fight these off in full health. One healthy Guardian could take out an entire pack in one hit. An injured Guardian, however, would not be able to so easily. The male pushed himself to his feet uneasily. He was frightened. He desperately looked around, attempting to improvise. Spotting a tree he could manage to climb, he bounded towards it uneasily, wincing at every other step. Using his claws to pull himself to a several meters above the ground, the male latched onto a single, thick branch of the tree.
Sure enough, the wolves arrived a few moments later. The one thing he hated about them was there intelligence. They might be much smaller than Guardians, but their group work had been the downfall of many a loner. Especially loners like himself. He drew his lips back and snarled at them as they circled the base of the tree, their eyes hungrily looking up at him. "Get back, you filthy animals!" he snarled. "Get back!" But the wolves weren't listening to him. They were biding their time. They knew he couldn't stay up in the tree. He'd have to come down to eat sometime. And when he did, they'd be ready. Alik knew this.
Trapped.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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