Wonderful World
02-13-2018, 10:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-13-2018, 10:11 AM by Tauriel.)
[OOC: Anyone welcome! ^^]
Her paws ached.
Perhaps it was the tiredness, the fatigue settling in. But as she traveled and wondered; the air grew colder; bitterly against the pelt that was thinning in time for Spring. Yet here, in this strange land, it felt like Autumn. Glorious colors of brown and orange littered the forest floor that was thick with moss, dots of deep red and pale yellow rippled into the familiar Autumnal scene that made her head Spin. But Tauriel Loved Autumn! It was her favourite time of year. The crisp, crunchy sounds that her paws made under-paw. The chill in the air that was enough to wake you, stir you from the slumbering Summer. Prey became more active and alive. And of course, it was the last chance to stock up for Winter. "Is this forest always cold?" Upon her travels, Tauriel had experienced two lands; filled with many different places. So many places to explore! So many opportunities. "If only Mother could see me now." Ha! Their short-minded, boxed thoughts were burned, open and trashed to the ground. Tauriel could survive on her own. She would do so just to spite them. Spite all those who frowned upon her. In this land she would make herself known. Not dictated by a war she had no interest in.
With a hefty sigh that parted her maw, pale eyes gazed to the crisp, light blue skies above. Birds, streaking their dark shadows against fluffy white clouds bellowed their calls. Dancing from tree to tree. In this Cedar Wood, all seemed to serene and tranquil. But Tauriel liked it! The rush of a racing river caught her attention next, finding its source to be a cascading Falls. Slowing her rapid pace to a slow walk, finally a pause; now that she stopped her legs ached and only now did she realize the toll that traveling took upon her body. With a huff, she slumped to the leaf-strewn floor; finding solstice in the weight taken from her legs and paws. For a moment, her eyes closed. Her ears remained perked on-top of her chocolate-tinted skull; for now she would rest and let the rippling waters lull her to sleep. The leaves would soon tell tale of another striding by.
Her paws ached.
Perhaps it was the tiredness, the fatigue settling in. But as she traveled and wondered; the air grew colder; bitterly against the pelt that was thinning in time for Spring. Yet here, in this strange land, it felt like Autumn. Glorious colors of brown and orange littered the forest floor that was thick with moss, dots of deep red and pale yellow rippled into the familiar Autumnal scene that made her head Spin. But Tauriel Loved Autumn! It was her favourite time of year. The crisp, crunchy sounds that her paws made under-paw. The chill in the air that was enough to wake you, stir you from the slumbering Summer. Prey became more active and alive. And of course, it was the last chance to stock up for Winter. "Is this forest always cold?" Upon her travels, Tauriel had experienced two lands; filled with many different places. So many places to explore! So many opportunities. "If only Mother could see me now." Ha! Their short-minded, boxed thoughts were burned, open and trashed to the ground. Tauriel could survive on her own. She would do so just to spite them. Spite all those who frowned upon her. In this land she would make herself known. Not dictated by a war she had no interest in.
With a hefty sigh that parted her maw, pale eyes gazed to the crisp, light blue skies above. Birds, streaking their dark shadows against fluffy white clouds bellowed their calls. Dancing from tree to tree. In this Cedar Wood, all seemed to serene and tranquil. But Tauriel liked it! The rush of a racing river caught her attention next, finding its source to be a cascading Falls. Slowing her rapid pace to a slow walk, finally a pause; now that she stopped her legs ached and only now did she realize the toll that traveling took upon her body. With a huff, she slumped to the leaf-strewn floor; finding solstice in the weight taken from her legs and paws. For a moment, her eyes closed. Her ears remained perked on-top of her chocolate-tinted skull; for now she would rest and let the rippling waters lull her to sleep. The leaves would soon tell tale of another striding by.
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