To The Mountaintop
04-12-2017, 02:10 PM
There comes a time in every wolf’s life when their top priority is amusement. Not finding food, shelter, or anything else, but just pure amusement. Esmee was at that point, just itching to find something to fight off her boredom. She could only sit still for so long lately, and it seemed like she had not spoken a single word to anyone in several weeks. And so the female decided to hike up the cliffs, just to see what she could see. While others might complain about the exertion involved, Esmee actually welcomed it wholeheartedly. The shortness of breath, adrenaline, and sheer muscle movement required to trek continuously upward was actually desirable to her. The wolf had never been one to shy away from hard work, and her entire focus was obtaining her goal, which was getting to the top of the cliffs. That was far more engaging to her mind and body rather than just sitting around like a lazy lump.
The first part of the trek was easy; it was flatter and more stable than parts higher up obviously. Esmee quickly bounded up that section of the cliffs with ease. Anyone with rudimentary hiking skills or even one leg could do that. But, even so, the movements made her feel alive and good to be doing something productive for once. She felt encouraged to plow forward with each second that ticked by on the clock, and a determined aura seemed to mark her features. Esmee was like a steam engine on its track, only with less metal and smoke, and a lot more fur and oxygen.
When the climb began to get more difficult, Esmee had to press in a little bit more. Her paw steps became more calculated so she would not slip, and she had to draw on her willpower more often. It was during this time that the female was glad she fell into the medium size category. She was quick and surefooted enough to overcome obstacles, while having the strength to back it up. A fragile, dainty female might be fast, but with little supplement or stamina. A brawny, butch female would be strong, but might not be agile or nimble enough. Thankfully, Esmee felt that she had an adequate mix of both or feats like this would be near impossible. And with that, the chocolate woman made it to the top.
Esmee inhaled deeply and let out a deep breath, her tail wagging a little behind her frame. Her heart beat in her chest, thudding heavily. Now that was what accomplishment felt like. The brown and black female felt like she truly deserved a reward of some sort for her efforts. Spotting the wildflowers growing nearby, Esmee bent down to pick up a flower, plucking it lightly from the ground with her teeth. She then proceeded to pluck another and another thereafter. This plucking was not a futile action though. What was the point of taking the beautiful flora if not for good use? Esmee wove the flowers together by the stems, to make a small decoration for her fur. It was not the most elaborate of designs, for one could only do so much with paws. It would have been much easier with flexible fingers most definitely. However, the she-wolf felt beautiful with it anyways. Somehow, someway, she got the flowers tucked behind her left ear and got it to stay there temporarily. It would not last long, but nothing of value lasts forever unfortunately. All things pass away. For the time being Esmee would enjoy her small victory though.
Mission accomplished.
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The first part of the trek was easy; it was flatter and more stable than parts higher up obviously. Esmee quickly bounded up that section of the cliffs with ease. Anyone with rudimentary hiking skills or even one leg could do that. But, even so, the movements made her feel alive and good to be doing something productive for once. She felt encouraged to plow forward with each second that ticked by on the clock, and a determined aura seemed to mark her features. Esmee was like a steam engine on its track, only with less metal and smoke, and a lot more fur and oxygen.
When the climb began to get more difficult, Esmee had to press in a little bit more. Her paw steps became more calculated so she would not slip, and she had to draw on her willpower more often. It was during this time that the female was glad she fell into the medium size category. She was quick and surefooted enough to overcome obstacles, while having the strength to back it up. A fragile, dainty female might be fast, but with little supplement or stamina. A brawny, butch female would be strong, but might not be agile or nimble enough. Thankfully, Esmee felt that she had an adequate mix of both or feats like this would be near impossible. And with that, the chocolate woman made it to the top.
Esmee inhaled deeply and let out a deep breath, her tail wagging a little behind her frame. Her heart beat in her chest, thudding heavily. Now that was what accomplishment felt like. The brown and black female felt like she truly deserved a reward of some sort for her efforts. Spotting the wildflowers growing nearby, Esmee bent down to pick up a flower, plucking it lightly from the ground with her teeth. She then proceeded to pluck another and another thereafter. This plucking was not a futile action though. What was the point of taking the beautiful flora if not for good use? Esmee wove the flowers together by the stems, to make a small decoration for her fur. It was not the most elaborate of designs, for one could only do so much with paws. It would have been much easier with flexible fingers most definitely. However, the she-wolf felt beautiful with it anyways. Somehow, someway, she got the flowers tucked behind her left ear and got it to stay there temporarily. It would not last long, but nothing of value lasts forever unfortunately. All things pass away. For the time being Esmee would enjoy her small victory though.
Mission accomplished.
OOC -
Actions
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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