She missed him.
Midnight sauntered away from her path for a bit to drink from a well. Her coat was messy and muddy, a few scars on her body. Midnight sighed as she walked the path again. It began to drizzle, then rain heavily all at once. Midnight struggled against the downpour, the near-to-evening afternoon as midnight.
Midnight began to run. A day's walk... It was evening soon and the rain still poured. The lightning illuminated branches and leaves. Midnight sighed. She hated forests so big such as these. Before long, Midnight felt hungry again. She grumbled and went in search for food. Lucky guardians who never starve, she complained.
Midnight's instincts told her to turn left, then right. She found a beautiful doe grazing on leaves, unattended and alone. Midnight grinned and lunged, but by the time she reached the doe, claws dug into flesh, she found herself faced with a red-furred wolf. Midnight leaped off. "Sorry I didn't-"
"Save it for yourself, I don't need your pity," snapped the wolf.
"N-no! It's your prey, after all," said Midnight, sauntering off.
"You gonna let this deer to waste?" the voice growled.
Midnight snapped back. "You last-touched it! It's yours to take care of!"
"Well, you touched it first!" shouted the wolf.
"You touched the other side as well!"
"You're so picky with food!"
"You're the one disrespecting your elders!"
Midnight and the maned wolf stared at each other, Midnight studying the wolf was slightly younger than her. The wolf was very tall and muscular, almost as he has been hunting much bigger prey on his own often. Midnight's blue eyes stared intensely into his black ones.
The wolf growled, "Just eat it."
"You think I'll finish the entire doe?" snapped Midnight.
"Then why did you kill it in the first place?" chided the maned wolf.
"Why did you attack it?"
Moments of silence.
"You know what?" Midnight said wisely. "Before this doe even decay, we'd be dead by then."
"Truce?" asked the wolf.
"No, we share."
The maned wolf sulked about the doe. Midnight received the part she had attacked on and vice-versa for the maned wolf. Midnight looked at the wolf, wondering if he got exiled too, or chose to be a loner...
Comet's face flashed.
...like Comet.
"So... what's your name?" asked Midnight.
"Eh?" asked the maned wolf as if it was in an alien language.
"Your. Name," said Midnight, saying it slowly.
"Cullen, yours?"
"Midnight."
"Midnight isn't here until-"
"I meant my name is Midnight."
Cullen laughed sarcastically. "Pardon me," he laughed between the words.
"Cullen sounds like some sort of food," scoffed Midnight. "Something soft but tough to chew."
Cullen snorted and stood. "Au revoir," he said.
"Our what?" asked Midnight. Cullen snorted and left.
Midnight shrugged and stretched. Then, she continued her journey, her mind rolling with the conversation she and Cullen had.
It could have been dulled by a different wolf.
Five minutes left.
Midnight quickly ran through the woods, zig-zagging. A countdown automatically played in her mind.
4:30.
Midnight broke through the bushes. She accidentally fell into a rather deep puddle of mud.
Midnight climbed out against the slippery sides.
3:48.
Midnight was soaked in mud. She couldn't even run like this. She shook her fur, mud flying at all directions.
3:00.
Midnight broke through the woods and faced the sunlight. She kept running. The Nyx Pack isn't far. Midnight made a sharp turn to the left, and broke through ferns.
2:14.
Midnight panted and took in a gulp of air.
She kept running.
Wisp, Wisp... Wisp! Midnight thought, strengthening herself with his face.
1:54.
1:53.
1:52.
Midnight broke through the final bushes between trees.
1:00.
With one minute spare to left, she arrived. She expected Wisp to tackle her.
None came.
Then, she saw it.
Author's note: I had to fit Cullen there. Ehehehe. He'll appear again.
Yes. This isn't the end. Stay tuned.
Thanks for the character, GreatShot!
Also, I will be posting every Saturday instead of every Friday.
I love their argument lol
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