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Post by Rueff on Aug 7, 2014 8:04:24 GMT -6
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Thump, thump, thump. He tilted his head back into a yawn, the steady rhythm of his heavy footsteps driven methodically into his brain. Thump, thump. He closed his eyes, and his eyelids turned to lead. What happened to tough Rueffy? Months without sleep, weeks without food and not a single sane thought in his pretty little head. He managed to crack one eye open. Yechta happened. He almost missed old Rueff. He did miss Yechta.
Rueff had almost fled Amaryllis. That crazed, daft look in Yechta's bicolored eyes had driven him away. He had snuck away from the den and into the biting night. Maybe he was running from Yechta. Maybe from himself. Whatever it was, he liked to keep moving. He relished the nomad life. No, he had not left. He scouted around the brink of a beautiful tundra. It was a big place. Not all of it was the pack's, but his selfish mind would always think otherwise. He needed to keep moving, his mind alert. Sleep, and it's like temporary death. No sight, or smell, or sound. Black oblivion for several hours. Completely exposed. He could sleep when he's dead.
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