Theme of Lonely[For Sorc]

[Jay]

The Hexasol Theme Park had long gone dark. The fun lights and sounds of the park had long gone away, silent and solemn. A reminder of what the humans had before they were gone. Walking through the abandoned stands and the smells of old, rotting food, any animal who was old enough to remember the humans could miss the life and energy of this place. Where one could, even as a stray, beg food from a human pup every now and again, perhaps even get some of the scraps from the stands themselves, where you could loose the man or woman from the pound easily in the huge crowds and buildings. Many animals that old held a sense of nostalgia.
This park was where, nowadays, you found the lairs of some of the loner canines and felines of Hexasol. Among these loners was one, a white pelted german shepard mix, resembling a wolf with her figure, who had only recently claimed one of said stands for her temporary home. She never stayed anywhere for long, especially after discovering that her last encounter with a living animal, the wolf Cole, and a one night stand, had left her with a reminder she was not going to soon forget. Since that one night, Aleut had wandered from one place to another, seeking out any familiar faces, and after many an attempt failed, she gave up, moving from place to place, trying to find a safe place to stay. She'd tried the country, and that was what led her to that last encounter in the first place, too long without contact with another creature. She'd tried many a place in the city, and was yet to discover a place. So tonight, a dreary Autumn night, Aleut found herself alone once more, curled up in her little stand.

[sorcerer]

The silence was what frightened him these days, so Cole made sure there was none to bother him. He sang when he wandered around, or talked to himself, and laughed. It seemed like everything was quieter than it should be even so. Cole chatted on and on until his voice ran out, and then wandered along humming tunes to himself. Humming wasn't as good as talking, and singing was better, but he was running out of songs and anyway whenever he tried to talk now his voice kept cracking.
Therefore, when he wandered into..whatever this place was..it was far too quiet for his tastes. He could hear, distantly, himself humming, but that was about it. Somehow Cole thought there should be birds chirping or, at this time of night, cat fights in the distance, but nothing. At least it was easier to see now that it was getting dark.
He sat down under an archway, staring around himself. Maybe he was dying or something. Maybe he was already dead, although that seemed unlikely, considering how sore he was these days. Recently he'd taken a look at himself in a mirror he'd come across, and he was definitely not too handsome anymore. Too skinny, and it seemed like he was more gray than black these days. Plus his eyes seemed like they were getting filmy, although it was hard to tell for sure. Hard to see what you looked like when you were going blind anyway.
Still, Cole thought he probably had one more winter in him. After that, he'd go pick a fight with a lion or something and be done with this whole thing. He couldn't die of old age or illness; how would he ever feast with his brothers and father then?

The wolf stood up again and nosed along through the dust and dry grass, trusting his sense of smell to maybe find him food or a place to sleep. That, at least, wasn't going anywhere.
His nose brought him to a stand. Cole wasn't entirely sure what scent he was following. The dark inside the structure didn't tell him much either. A dog? The wolf couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why he'd decided to follow a dog's smell his far.
He stared into the blackness for a minute, trying to decide whether or not it was worth his time. Probably best to just move on..