heart is barely beating

*Eos* · 06-19-2013, 12:54 AM

Twisting and contorting stretches of muscle transmit the russet banshee at unassailable speed, the eerie glow of dawn bouncing between heavy sheets of fog, captivating in its inflamed mystery and openhearted in its birth of light. Swift and yet silent; the lady sweeps the moisture-soaked bogs with competitive stealth, brain constantly ticking, ever-aiding in its precise suggestions of paw-placement and fluctuating hustle. She focused, training her body and mind to work in unison, nerves and muscles prudently avoiding the disturbance of muddy pools and excess vapour. Though it was short lived; eyesight handicapped by the heavy fog, Eos hadn?t noticed the deep stretch of bubbling marsh-land until two paws sent uncouth splashes rippling the surface and disturbing the hovering silence. She stopped abruptly, freezing, motionless. Something stirred within the depths of the grungy waters, a barely-audible shifting of life beneath the surface. She shivered, paws slowly reversing her body from the edge of the daunting pool. But it seemed she had company, the invasive stench of wolf threatening to distract her from feeble ambitions.

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