The Good Left Undone
10-17-2016, 06:56 PM
*Navigation, Waterfall Peek
While she knew that it was dangerous to wander so far away while she was in heat, but it was something that was in her blood. After her little... run in with Xeph she needed a little space to breath. So she found herself strolling through the north, not really paying much mind to where she was going. She pushed through a few patches of thick undergrowth, surprised that so much could grow in a place so cold and normally dead. Then again, she had run into quite a few large forests. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that her scarf had gotten stuck on a branch of brambles. Paw step after paw step her scarf grew tighter on her neck before she even noticed, and by then it was already tangled around. Choking as it yanked on her, she scrambled backwards and saw that both ends were getting clung to by large thorns. A strangled gasp left her maw, but it was more about her lovely piece of fabric than herself. A few scratches at her neck loosened it up again, but her poor scarf! Whimpering, she leaned down and nipped at the branches until she snapped right through them, ignoring the needle sharp thorns that dug into her face. It took several moments for her to free up her gray neck warmer, pouting when she saw the holes that had been left in it. Well this would not do, not at all! At that moment she realized that she had cut up her face pretty good, one deep wound above her eye was starting to drip down her face. She should probably go and check that out... Sticking her nose towards the sky she sucked in some of the chilly air through her nose, smelling passed the tang of her coppery blood. Ah, there was water nearby. Freed from the brambles, she headed in the direction that she had smelled the water. It didn't take long for the sound of the waterfall to reach her ears, which perked towards it. A fall, up here? She didn't think that she would find something like that in the north, generally most bodies of water seemed to stay frozen solid. Pulling herself through the brush, she walked towards the edge of the small pool and peered down at her reflection. Right away she saw the cut above her brown eye, it was the deepest one for sure. There were a few more around her snout that bled freely, but they weren't that bad. If only her silver knight could see her now, he would for sure have something to say about it. Too focused on her bleeding face she had no idea that there was someone else at the waters edge. The smell of her own blood as well as her heat was doing a pretty good job of washing out anything else that might have warned her about her company. She was pretty impressed that she had smelled the waterfall in the first place, perhaps it was desperation. |
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.