Glow Worms
03-27-2019, 08:47 PM
It would be a fair statement to say Aspen had been around, traveling every which way she could, trying her best to convert all of her knowledge into one map inside her head. But it wasn't just for that, the raven woman had always felt the calling; it drifted to her on a strange wind when she was still a pup, and ever since she has followed the wind where ever it may lead her. It was this instinct that caused her to travel east, just a few miles more than she ever had before. Growing and living in a land rich with green plants and vegetation, well it caused her to be wary of places like dessert and oceans. It almost seemed unnatural to Aspen, for a land to be completely stripped of life or to have the land lost under the sea? It made her nervous, anxious, afraid of what may be on the other side. But today, the wind called her past the rolling hills of sand and dessert, and oh how thankful she was to have listened.
Stepping one foot into the mouth of the cave, it was clear there was something glowing at the end of the tunnel, but with high noon's rays of sunshine beating down outside, it was difficult to make out if one just stood outside. Now normally, wolves would be hesitant about walking into a strange cave seemingly very out of place, but not Aspen, never. She waltz right through the front door and only looked back once to make sure the exit was still open. But as she moved deeper and deeper into the caverns, the light of the sun was gone and darkness surrounded her. Again, that would be something a normal wolf might feel uneasy about, but all it reminded her about was the last time she entered a dark cave. She had met a very friendly male who was pleasant with conversation and enlightened her about his own experiences. So why would this time be different? Different location perhaps, but that could mean different wolves too.
"Speech"
Stepping one foot into the mouth of the cave, it was clear there was something glowing at the end of the tunnel, but with high noon's rays of sunshine beating down outside, it was difficult to make out if one just stood outside. Now normally, wolves would be hesitant about walking into a strange cave seemingly very out of place, but not Aspen, never. She waltz right through the front door and only looked back once to make sure the exit was still open. But as she moved deeper and deeper into the caverns, the light of the sun was gone and darkness surrounded her. Again, that would be something a normal wolf might feel uneasy about, but all it reminded her about was the last time she entered a dark cave. She had met a very friendly male who was pleasant with conversation and enlightened her about his own experiences. So why would this time be different? Different location perhaps, but that could mean different wolves too.
03-28-2019, 06:23 PM
Belle hadn’t planned on making a return to the mysterious caverns after being flushed out by an angry mother cave bear. She wasn’t quite prepared to cross the river yet, and returned here for shelter during the daylight hours and maybe get a little bit of food before travelling further north. The second time around she wasn’t going to be taken by surprise and had her wits about her. Mostly by keeping to the paths that did not smell of bear.
This way was much more pleasant anyway. The Klein’s path was eventually lit by the light of fungi instead of the sun. The young woman hadn’t been given a chance to examine any of it the first time she wandered down here. Now her bright orchid eyes wouldn’t be coaxed away.
She should have been searching, looking for clues to where her brother might be. Belle was still a princess at heart though, and continued on as she decided she deserved the moments to herself.
The fress wolf scent she had disregarded at the entrance suddenly got stronger as Belle sniffed the ground and air. Somehow even down here she was offered opportunity. Deathbelle quickly sought the stranger out in the darkness, hungry for information.
”Wolf?” She called out, hopeful for a quick answer.
This way was much more pleasant anyway. The Klein’s path was eventually lit by the light of fungi instead of the sun. The young woman hadn’t been given a chance to examine any of it the first time she wandered down here. Now her bright orchid eyes wouldn’t be coaxed away.
She should have been searching, looking for clues to where her brother might be. Belle was still a princess at heart though, and continued on as she decided she deserved the moments to herself.
The fress wolf scent she had disregarded at the entrance suddenly got stronger as Belle sniffed the ground and air. Somehow even down here she was offered opportunity. Deathbelle quickly sought the stranger out in the darkness, hungry for information.
”Wolf?” She called out, hopeful for a quick answer.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.