"Speech" Thoughts Optics of lavender churned out through the dense forestry, striking yet reserved as ever. Her silver brows remained stagnant, yet the winter had played with her hue as per it's usual ways, giving the ivory femme the dark silver points she usually bares. Her usually ivory hue, rich with milk was stained at the edges with a very light dusting of the sun kissed air. Frigid as it was, the frost of the morning made dew at the tips of her slender pelt. Her flat, small pads tucked beneath her small bodice where she lied. Forepaws drawn out before her, stretching at the end of long, slender legs. Long and narrow maw failed to lift as of yet as her gaze had just opened to the morning light. Petite, yet flexible figure remained where it was, kissed by the morning sun as it was. In the up most of near silence the young femme rose to her delicate, small feet, standing no taller than the stump of a great pine, her petite and fit young figure, stained with dark silver about her, a gentle shake and flush of a slight headache ridiculed her frontal lobe for a moment, like a powerful flow of emotion and reaction she froze where she stood, nearly riddled immobile with momentary pain. She had wandered for so long, her figure feeling sore and longing to stay down for a longer period of time before rising and continuing on her search. One that would help her find a life, or begin one. The borders were closer than they felt, may of them surrounding her at once. And she could only hope she would be welcomed in one way or the other. She didn't fear a possible death, but was going to keep it at bay if she could. The fit young femme padded forth after allowing something of a bow to stretch out her thin bodice, long, thin legs balanced her easily over the smooth terrain, she knew she had to hurry, for this was the last morning she wished to face alone for the time being in unfamiliar grounds. Word Count :: 355 Tags :: [aw] Mood :: Stoic, Focused, Alert.

Nova

A good day it was... A great day, it was morning and not too hot, his tongue bounced as he loped on, deciding it was time to bring home fresh meat for the ever nearing litter that was to be born. His xanthous eyes flickered and flashed under the rays of the sun which were being split and scattered throughout the canopy of the trees, a gentle show of gilded light dancing about the soft forest earth as the wind forced the trees to dance their dance. His muscles bunched under his thick fur and threw his enormous frame forwards onto who knows what kind of hunt he might find. His carefree loping slowed as his nose caught scent of something, something that wasn't prey. He knew he was a distance from home, but he had good reason for it. He'd be hunting too close to home for too long, and the population of food was getting too wary of their old grounds and had moved along. He needed to give it time before picking close to home for meals. A moment later he was idle and sniffing the upwind. The smell the unknown put out was pleasant enough. He turned and took off at a walk towards the aroma. His old paranoid attitude fading with each day he spent in his new home. He saw her then, pristine, beautiful and young. Argent slivers along her coat, he watched her for a moment, standing enough in the open to be seen, he was not hiding from her, he wanted to meet her he supposed. He stood, a towering heap of dauntless musculature and molten eyes watching her. Hoping he was not making a mistake.