The light, however dim it was, within Zombie’s eyes faded as Jote piped in with a suggestion to drown himself. It was a joke, surely, as the laws of nature would always prevent him from suddenly being able to change his physiology and breathe water. But he’d been sincere, and for a single moment, had let his guard down completely. Now, Zombie’s entire body sagged as his jaw clenched tightly. Apparently, despite their travels and minimal conversing, she still wasn’t too keen on his presence. Yet she was tolerating him. Or perhaps this was Jotes way of being friendly?
Allowing the latter to sink deeper within his subconscious to take root, not caring to revert back into his dark thoughts, Zombie merely let out an exasperated breath, following behind the rejuvenated pup as she made her way down the sloping sands toward the crashing waves on the shore. The sound was melodic, he had to admit. At his most calm, he could see himself getting lost to his own thoughts looking out over the vast ocean. The temperature though… it was still winter, and the wind had little remorse as it pushed his fur against the grain leaving his bare skin to be stung by bite of it.
What caught Jotes attention, also caught Zombies, and like she, he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. His stomach churned at the smell, wanting to both devour the meat, as well as want nothing to do with it. The kind of hunger that was so deep, even it didn’t know what it really wanted.
At Jotes exclamation and sudden surge forward, Zombie’s entire body went on alert, his ears perking quickly as he went into survival mode. Leaping forward himself, Zombie sprinted ahead of Jote, placing himself directly in her path before stopping and turning his gaze upon her. “Wait…” He said softly, his eyes leaving hers as he turned his attention to their surroundings. Luckily, the wind gust wasn’t coming directly off the sea, which allowed for an advantage in carrying any enemy sent their way. Unfortunately, it also was coming from the direction of the carcass, which the scent was almost intoxicating with its strength.
Taking a few steps forward, ready to step in Jotes path again should she ignore is warning, Zombie’s rose colored eyes swept the area around them. There didn’t seem to be any danger, but he was curious who would have left their meal so readily for scavengers to pick clean. The possibility of their return would be more evident once they saw the condition of the deer.
After one final sweep, Zombie looked back to Jote, who was hopefully awaiting his all clear, and would give her a nod. If she had decided to bound forward despite his warnings, Zombie would simply let out yet another breath of defeat, and follow after her. Either way, he’d make his way to the carcass to see just what could be salvaged.
Oct 02, 2017 12:57 PM — Post #3
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