Post by Logan on Apr 27, 2006 6:36:58 GMT -5
It was the middle of winter. Most of Whitecloud Mountain was shrouded in mist and covered with snow, but he didn't mind. Logan was used to it. He had lived in the North all of his life. There were no changes in his lifestyle - he was solitary and alone. Now he wondered why he had ever considered starting a pack.. but deep inside, he didn't want to be alone.
' The name fits, no? ' he murmured to himself. Indeed, it did - the Lonely Peak had never been Logan's favourite place, for it was here that he was reduced to a self-pitying wreck. Shaking the snow that had settled on his back off, he paused and then continued his journey up the cliffside.
Why he was going up, he didn't know. Probably just to baske in his misfortune. Occasionally he went up and tried to tell himself that somebody would come, that he'd see a loner coming up over the hills that marked the borderlines of the Mountain's territory.
Logan had travelled a little southern from where he was born, which was extremely far North. Here he wondered whether anyone would ever come that weren't Northern. There's little chance of anyone else coming all the way up here, he thought. Telling himself to be more composed, he narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace up the peak.
' The name fits, no? ' he murmured to himself. Indeed, it did - the Lonely Peak had never been Logan's favourite place, for it was here that he was reduced to a self-pitying wreck. Shaking the snow that had settled on his back off, he paused and then continued his journey up the cliffside.
Why he was going up, he didn't know. Probably just to baske in his misfortune. Occasionally he went up and tried to tell himself that somebody would come, that he'd see a loner coming up over the hills that marked the borderlines of the Mountain's territory.
Logan had travelled a little southern from where he was born, which was extremely far North. Here he wondered whether anyone would ever come that weren't Northern. There's little chance of anyone else coming all the way up here, he thought. Telling himself to be more composed, he narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace up the peak.