Mikhail took a deep breathe. He felt cold, yet it was warm. Ah, when did life make sense anyways? With another breath, one you could consider more careful, he turned his furry head to look around with wide eyes. Why was he looking around again? Wait...he didnt really have a reason to look around. Maybe he was hoping for something. Yet...hope is a fragile thing that is in a relationship with love. When love is born, so is hope, when hope is born, so is love. One cant be there without the other. Everyone loves something...or at least once had. As for himself...he had only loved one wolf. Vanya. Not in a lovey dovey way of course. True love does not need to be made off of sexual attraction. True love was that of the individual soul. And he loved Vanya's soul. A friend like no other.
Seriously, he was like the worse and rudest friend ever to exist in history. A bear would have been better company. Yet the love of the world works in strange ways. However...love...there was not enough of it. Too little. Too much darkness. Hate....so much hate. Hate was the father of love. Without hate, you cannot love. He hated that, more then anything. He would sacrifice his life if that would change such a thing. Hating hatred....? How ironic. Yet....love....was he....feeling that emotion again? It felt different this time. It was towards a wolf he had rarely ever spoke with. This cant be true. He cant love again. That would be too much.
Mikhail pushed these thoughts away. He didn't want to think of that. Didn't want to accept that. No doubt that was just a path that led to pain. It would be easier if he focused on something else. Not on reality of course. Mikhail wasn't even sure where he was right now. He could be in the woods, or in the camp. He didn't care though. He just needed to get lost in his own head...with his best friend, who was named thoughts. The thoughts of Mikhail. The thoughts of the one who was like a god. Oh how foolish! He never would forgive his mother for this name.
Mikhail focused on his paws. He lifted his front left one up and examined it. His paw was big, for he was a pretty big wolf. It was furry. It had claws. Claws that he had hurt many others with. Some had deserve it, some did not. With this paw he was looking at he had the power to move. To explore and make many choices and see many things. This paw could not do that alone, however. It needed other paws. These paws gave him so much power....he suddenly felt a bitter and sarcastic appreciation.
How pleasant. Because of these things, he had to move and deal with things. If he didn't...he could be laying down in one spot...forever. That almost sounded nice to the wolf. Almost. However, if had not been born with this paws then he could have never left that pack or go on a journey with Vanya.
With a tip of his head, he gently and slowly put his paw back onto the ground. Still staring at it, he lifted the paw again and took a step forward.
One.
Mikhail then lifted his other front paw and took a step with it and matched it to the same distance as his other front paw. His body was now stretched out. It was kinda a humorous sight.
Two.
He then lifted his right hind leg up and placed it ahead. His body now leaned forward with his left hind leg stretched out behind him.
Three.
Finally, he lifted the last and lonely leg and move it up with the others.
Four.
It took four steps. Four steps and now he was standing somewhere new....Or a place he hadn't touch for at least the last five minutes. He started to walk, keeping track of his steps, making a rhythm.
One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
He had gotten a steady rhythm in his head. Could he change the rhythm? He started walking faster.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Indeed, the rhythm could be changed. He found that quite fascinating. He soon stopped in his tracks Could other things have rhythm? He unconsciously nodded to himself. Yes, he believed it. Maybe the whole world was actually made from rhythm. Before he could try to think of rhythms for other things, something ran past him with amazing speed, startling two years of life from him. He stared after the creature. Unlike a normal wolf who could have immediately tell who or what it was, Mikhail was a bit oblivious. Thus, it took him a couple seconds before he realized the white and brown shape was Nonna. Nonna was loud and bubbly and perhaps the most energetic wolf in the world. What were the creators of life thinking when they made that wolf? She was pretty new to the pack. Mikhail remembered when he first saw her. He had a bad feeling about her and those scars she had were very new and a bright pink. Sometimes if she scrunched her face up they would bleed. It was disgusting. He watched her run off, surprisingly, fast and agile even though she only had one eye. Where was she off to? It wasn't his business what the loud creature did. With a huff, he went back to pondering his thoughts. Now what had he been thinking about before Nonna had scared him?
