Wish upon a star (Ashiel)
01-15-2018, 10:27 PM
ooc: set before she wanders up to Boreas
Ah yes, the rainy season in Auster. The growing season, and therefore the season that most animals down here gave birth, so it was a good time to hunt here. The lower temperatures and slightly drearier aspect than during the dry season were certainly bearable compared to winters in Boreas. But rainy season here also meant that it was spring in Boreas, which made the northern continent... almost bearable. She'd found her steps meandering that direction for some time now since the season had changed, and here she was now on the cusp of the junction between the two continents. She hadn't admitted to herself that was where she was heading, and as long as she didn't set foot on the rainbow sands of the landbridge she could continue to stubbornly deny that she was being drawn that way.
She did know that she didn't plan to stay long in this place, pretty as it was with all the little berry blossoms getting ready to burst into bloom, because she didn't bother to set up any snares or traps. That was the way she operated, entirely on instinct and whimsy, and right now she wasn't getting the urge to settle in even long enough for that. No, she was definitely in nomad-mode.
Flopped out in the sun to take advantage of a lapse in the rainy weather and soak up some warmth, the celestial-furred hunter was drowsing the day away and digesting the remains of an unfortunate jungle fowl. Hey, just because she preferred to do her hunting the smart and easy way didn't mean that she wasn't capable of actually hunting... it was just not as ideal. And the proof was in the scattered feathers and bones and other bits she'd buried under a berry bush a distance away to keep from attracting flies and annoying scavengers while she was resting.
Ah yes, the rainy season in Auster. The growing season, and therefore the season that most animals down here gave birth, so it was a good time to hunt here. The lower temperatures and slightly drearier aspect than during the dry season were certainly bearable compared to winters in Boreas. But rainy season here also meant that it was spring in Boreas, which made the northern continent... almost bearable. She'd found her steps meandering that direction for some time now since the season had changed, and here she was now on the cusp of the junction between the two continents. She hadn't admitted to herself that was where she was heading, and as long as she didn't set foot on the rainbow sands of the landbridge she could continue to stubbornly deny that she was being drawn that way.
She did know that she didn't plan to stay long in this place, pretty as it was with all the little berry blossoms getting ready to burst into bloom, because she didn't bother to set up any snares or traps. That was the way she operated, entirely on instinct and whimsy, and right now she wasn't getting the urge to settle in even long enough for that. No, she was definitely in nomad-mode.
Flopped out in the sun to take advantage of a lapse in the rainy weather and soak up some warmth, the celestial-furred hunter was drowsing the day away and digesting the remains of an unfortunate jungle fowl. Hey, just because she preferred to do her hunting the smart and easy way didn't mean that she wasn't capable of actually hunting... it was just not as ideal. And the proof was in the scattered feathers and bones and other bits she'd buried under a berry bush a distance away to keep from attracting flies and annoying scavengers while she was resting.