Post by Saeran on Mar 11, 2019 1:33:34 GMT -6
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[attr="class","post"]How strange it was, winter’s supposed reluctance to release her grip on Anikira and allow the snow to melt. Rather it seemed as if her grip increased, the snow continuing to fall, the cold continuing to reign. But Saeran did not mind. She’d found that she adored the winter, cherishing it as if she were Queen Winter herself, more lovely and joyful than ever before. The coolness did not bother her, she who was meant for it, with her thick downy pelt graced to her by both of her parents, and her large frame gifted to her by her unknown father. She moved through the skeletal branches of the trees within R’imdar, which began to thin around her, becoming scarcer until they faded entirely, leaving a large field in their wake.
She paused to consider it, her dark eyes crawling across it. It was covered in snow and entirely undisturbed, not a soul in sight for as far as she could see. So peaceful, so beautiful, that she smiled at the sight of it. She did not know why she had lingered in R’imdar for so long, though she did not regret her decision to do so. She had met two other lovely wolves during her time here, both pretty little females belonging to a near pack called Eleos – one with a strange companion that had been just as intriguing and captivating. Not, it had not been a bad time here at all.
Her belly was sated from hunting earlier, where she’d brought down a plump snowshoe hare and a few of her younglings whom she’d apparently been teaching to forage. A shame, to end the lives of the creatures, but Saeran had grown accustomed to it long ago. She could not continue living off kibble when she’d been dumped onto Anikira shortly after her first birthday, after all. She liked the taste of warm, raw meat much better. Humming to herself in her throaty trill, an upbeat, bawdy melody that carried on the breeze, some tune she’d heard during her time with the humans, Saeran took a step out into the open field, and then several more. Glancing behind her, she marked the trail of large pawprints that followed her, the only disturbances in the snow. Soon enough, the would be gone, like her – covered by the snow, wiped away as if they were never there. But for now…
Saeran bounded forward, snow spraying around her as she lifted onto her hindlegs and twirled, tilting her head back towards the sky to snap playfully at the snowflakes that rained down upon her muzzle. She loved it, the thrill in her bones and beneath her heat-warmed pelt that the cold brought on, the restless need to move and dance and be merry. It was what life was all about, was it not? Finding happiness, true happiness, even in the dull, quiet moments when one was alone.
Words: 486
Tags: Killian
Muse: Good!
Notes:
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She paused to consider it, her dark eyes crawling across it. It was covered in snow and entirely undisturbed, not a soul in sight for as far as she could see. So peaceful, so beautiful, that she smiled at the sight of it. She did not know why she had lingered in R’imdar for so long, though she did not regret her decision to do so. She had met two other lovely wolves during her time here, both pretty little females belonging to a near pack called Eleos – one with a strange companion that had been just as intriguing and captivating. Not, it had not been a bad time here at all.
Her belly was sated from hunting earlier, where she’d brought down a plump snowshoe hare and a few of her younglings whom she’d apparently been teaching to forage. A shame, to end the lives of the creatures, but Saeran had grown accustomed to it long ago. She could not continue living off kibble when she’d been dumped onto Anikira shortly after her first birthday, after all. She liked the taste of warm, raw meat much better. Humming to herself in her throaty trill, an upbeat, bawdy melody that carried on the breeze, some tune she’d heard during her time with the humans, Saeran took a step out into the open field, and then several more. Glancing behind her, she marked the trail of large pawprints that followed her, the only disturbances in the snow. Soon enough, the would be gone, like her – covered by the snow, wiped away as if they were never there. But for now…
Saeran bounded forward, snow spraying around her as she lifted onto her hindlegs and twirled, tilting her head back towards the sky to snap playfully at the snowflakes that rained down upon her muzzle. She loved it, the thrill in her bones and beneath her heat-warmed pelt that the cold brought on, the restless need to move and dance and be merry. It was what life was all about, was it not? Finding happiness, true happiness, even in the dull, quiet moments when one was alone.
Words: 486
Tags: Killian
Muse: Good!
Notes:
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