by Fawkes-Rinzler » Wed Sep 19, 2012 2:55 pm
Oh... My gosh...... I think I'm in love.
Username; Mistah J
Masked Name; Warpath
Shark Type; (I don't think I'll get this right) Great White Shark
Story of some sort; Warpath hobbled along the mountainside slowly, his body sore from his mountain hike. Warpath rarely traversed the mountains, choosing instead to haunt the tundra beaches, but the climate change had driven him from his food source and to the mountains. Warpath shook his bulky frame and let out a noise akin to a sigh. He had not eaten in three days. However, spurned by both his hunger and the cold, Warpath continued to travel up the mountains in order to reach the leopard seal beach on the other side. His feet dug into the icy, rocky ground underneath him, pinching his paws and cutting them. Warpath once thought his paws were well adept to surviving the numbing temperatures, but these past few days had proven him wrong.
As Warpath took an unsteady step, he felt his the rock underneath him slip. Dully panicking, The Masked made a desperate leap to the next rock as the boulder under him gave way and toppled down the mountain. It was a long ways down.... so long, in fact, that Warpath didn't even hear the boulder hit the bottom. It wasn't as though he was listening anyway. Turning his mask to the peak of the mountain, then to the trail in front of him, Warpath squared his shoulders and stormed on. He would reach the tip of the mountain by that night. No matter what!
Hours and miles later, Warpath could see the top quite clearly. It was only a half a mile to go. His shoulders aching, his feet numb, and his body shaking from the effort, Warpath dragged his feet along. His hunger was the only thing that was keeping him going, and even that was beginning to fail to spur him....
Finally, Warpath reached the peak of the mountain and looked down, careful not to get to close, lest his exhaustion make him slip and fall down the mountain. It would only be a day hike now, if his feet would warm up. A few yards down the other side of the mountain, almost invisible in the coming darkness, was a small cave that would probably barely fit a great dane. However, desperate to get out of the impending snowstorm, Warpath walked down to the gave and forced himself in. Tucking his legs under him, Warpath closed his eyes, and let his exhaustion over take him.
all the best everyone xx
