Island in the sun
03-28-2016, 03:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2016, 03:01 PM by Seraphiel.)
Seraphiel She had taken no more then two ill advised trips from her packs lands to explore the mystery of a world banned from her. Her curiosity was unsatable and she let herself stray to the borderlands more often then her father would like. She called it a coincidence, that her paws walked and she hadn't meant where they had taken her. There was no truth to that statement, she did nothing idly or absently. The problem was, the world beyond Donostrea looked no different to that inside the border. There was no sudden change in the land, no obvious border other then the scent her father and uncle left behind. There wasn't a shift in the land, nature didn't care about the inconsequential wims of wolves. It made her want to travel further, to really get out into the world. She had heard their where mountains that made their cliffs look like an ants nest. That there was land coated in a fine mist of white that was cold to the touch. She could see none of it from here, and the ache to explore was not calmed by the similarities inside and outside the immediate area of the border. Bored, and frustrated, she wouldn't immediately spot the form pacing along the borderline towards her. When she did, her eyes clicked upon him like there was nothing else in the world. Brilliant blue eyes brightened and widened and she slowly came off her hunches and onto all four paws. She stalked towards him, keeping to the underbrush. Would this stranger spot her? She dearly hoped not. A slow smile gave life to her lips, and the long stride of the stranger brought him closer to her faster then her shorter legs and slower pace could achieve. She waited, waited in the underbrush until he was almost upon her, each so close to the borderline there was little space between them. She waited a moment longer, and then she was gone. Leaping from the bush, her back legs shoving her upwards in the hope to tackle the upper portion of his legs. “Raaar!” was her war-cry, but their was no danger in her eyes, only laughter. |
