Mid-day musings
11-05-2018, 10:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2018, 11:21 PM by Thorne.)
The sun beat down, hot and overbearing, as Throne entered the plain.
She'd spent the morning wandering, mustering enough energy to leave the clump of flatterned bushes she'd made camp in the previous night and venture further into the eastern lands. Now, as the sun bathes the rocky plain in bright, blistering rays of sunlight, the mahogany she-wolf strides forward at a hasty pace, eager to discover some reprieve from the heat. To her dismaym the stones merely burn and sizzle beneath her pads as she skitters across them, and the fae sucks in a collection of colourful profanities, wincing at the pain.
Finally, she comes to a ledge of resonable height and pauses, drinking in a cool breeze as it ruffles her neck fur. The crisp air is wonderfully refreshing. Thorne throws her head back, eyes closed, letting it waft over her face with a contented sigh. After a moment, she sits atop the ledge gazing out at the vast blue sky, watching the clouds, shift about in a graceful dance of their own, tracking each movement with a lazy gaze, tail tip twitching.
She'd spent the morning wandering, mustering enough energy to leave the clump of flatterned bushes she'd made camp in the previous night and venture further into the eastern lands. Now, as the sun bathes the rocky plain in bright, blistering rays of sunlight, the mahogany she-wolf strides forward at a hasty pace, eager to discover some reprieve from the heat. To her dismaym the stones merely burn and sizzle beneath her pads as she skitters across them, and the fae sucks in a collection of colourful profanities, wincing at the pain.
Finally, she comes to a ledge of resonable height and pauses, drinking in a cool breeze as it ruffles her neck fur. The crisp air is wonderfully refreshing. Thorne throws her head back, eyes closed, letting it waft over her face with a contented sigh. After a moment, she sits atop the ledge gazing out at the vast blue sky, watching the clouds, shift about in a graceful dance of their own, tracking each movement with a lazy gaze, tail tip twitching.