Post by Memoirs on Apr 3, 2006 16:13:24 GMT -5
Silhouette froze, harks flicked back, nares flaring slightly at the strange scent that reached out towards her, wanting to grasp and cradle her with whiskery fingers. Optics flicked right and left, banner blowing away from her serpentine nape. Arching her nape, she scented the wind once more, only to make sure that she was correct. Silken whipcord slapped against her golden dappled flanks, herself throwing her crania into the air. Moving herself gracefully into a smooth trot, a sigh left her maw as she spotted the emerald growth before her. Appendai moved her towards the growth, soon coming upon a small field of tall grass, wavering in the wind. The sun was fiery up above, casting its rays upon the loam of Lemor Sea. Turning her apex, thoughts of Whisper, Dust, and her one love, Hollow. Some hearts just have the stars on their side. The pain of their lost memories caused her to shiver momentarily before she snorted.
Full blast the musty scent of wolf entered her nostrils, throwing her offguard for a split second. It came from the North of her. Optics narrowed and turned to face the direction in which it came, a shaggy form appearing in the shadows of the trees and brush, yellow eyes starved and longing for food. If he let her be, she may just spare his life. She was in a testy, almost miserable, mood and she moved farther into the field, lowering her crania to lip at the blades, watching the starved wolf without much interest. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes soon turned into hours. Growing bored, she turned her crown towards where the wolf had been, but he was gone. His scent still lingered, vaguely. Snorting, she turned to look at the sky, noting the sun's position. Evening. The minutes before the demons and ghosts of the night come out to play... She sighed gently, letting it carry away in the wind along with the spirits of Hollow...Whisper...Dust...
Full blast the musty scent of wolf entered her nostrils, throwing her offguard for a split second. It came from the North of her. Optics narrowed and turned to face the direction in which it came, a shaggy form appearing in the shadows of the trees and brush, yellow eyes starved and longing for food. If he let her be, she may just spare his life. She was in a testy, almost miserable, mood and she moved farther into the field, lowering her crania to lip at the blades, watching the starved wolf without much interest. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes soon turned into hours. Growing bored, she turned her crown towards where the wolf had been, but he was gone. His scent still lingered, vaguely. Snorting, she turned to look at the sky, noting the sun's position. Evening. The minutes before the demons and ghosts of the night come out to play... She sighed gently, letting it carry away in the wind along with the spirits of Hollow...Whisper...Dust...
