These Times
06-15-2013, 03:55 PM
ooc: Sorry for crappiness. D:
What's Happening...?
Slowly she moved through the plains, head rising, a sigh escaping her lips. Grey orbs looked to the stars that dotted the night sky, thoughts running though her head on their purpose. Many times she would look to the sky and think about the stars. Many wolves would say they were like the sun, just smaller. But in the back of her head the woman was considering them to be the spirits of those who have passed. That the ones loved and that go unnoticed rise to watch over us, and that's what people mean when they say somebody is not entirely gone, that they are watching over us. The small shewolf shook her head at this. It's silly to think such a thing. She mumbled, lowering her head and continuing on. After a bit though a scent drifted into her nose, the breeze blowing towards her from the nearby forest. She came to a stop to try identifying it but after a few seconds she could not place a name or face to it so assumed it would be a loner. Running through her head immediately was the possibility of this wolf not being friendly, that she should just steer clear of it. There was a part of her though that wanted to see if this could be a friendly wolf, make a real friend. With her mind made up she moved on, moving swiftly through the plains, making her way into the small forest. She moved silently, even with a blanket of snow on the ground. Weaving between the trees, hopping over a log, until finally she could see the outline of a body sitting just a few yards ahead of her. Her pace slowed down to a walk, clearing her throat to let the wolf know she was there. Lovely night, isn't it? She asked, stopping a few feet from the dark wolf, her voice soft, gentle. "normal. talk. think. you" |