Post by nightsight13 on Jun 28, 2007 20:59:10 GMT -5
A sleek ebon lump of fur curled in the moss, his rhythmic breathing became harsh and increased, he stirred in restlessness, and wailed in his sleep--nightmare. His yellow eyes flung open, and he exhaled deeply, narrowing his shinny orbs at those whom he had startled while sleeping, and flicking his black tail in dismissal, raising to his strong thick legs and shaking them to free them from residuals of moss and dirt. He padded outside the apprentice's den, to be away from the curious. It was still dark, and the moon shone clearly in the night sky, but he kept growing restless and impatient. Urging for the sun to come up and start the usual camp activity, wanting to forget the haunting nightmare about his deceased parents.