follow the yellow brick wall
11-24-2018, 08:09 PM
She felt as if her paws were about to freeze off her body. It was a rare joy when she found warmth, and as she traveled farther and farther away from home, she began to lose hope that she would ever be able to feel again. Sure, this terrain was home, but it was all so... bland. There wasn't much change in the overall gist of appearances. Mountains, snow - to say it was rather boring and that she craved some sort of interaction was an understatement. But she knew, as Scout continuously told her when she was losing hope, that she would see her siblings again. He was a rather persistent owl and sometimes she found herself feeling guilty of keeping him away from his own kind. Briar looked up at the white shape that fluttered effortlessly in the cold, grey sky. No, despite being a different species entirely, her family was the only family he had ever known. "You see anything?" She called, her voice holding a tired undertone. They had been walking for hours, their entire journey had taken them months. Briar wondered briefly if this was how her life would simply be, no story that she could tell others one day, just wandering aimlessly in a specific direction despite Scout telling her that 'they had to keep going' and 'they'd make it eventually.' At times she even forgot where she was going, exactly. She trusted the owl but she knew that he hadn't been away from the mountains either, and she could tell he was tired. Instead of flapping his wings, he sorta just glided; and yet, it was absolutely elegant even in the simplest mannerisms. Despite answering her like he normally did, he remained silent. The best thing to do when you were lost was following a water source and that's exactly what they had done. The girl physically perked up, ears pivoting forward as the sound of her companion became higher pitched; excitement. Two simple phrases. "Up ahead. Look." Relief. She would have laughed a year ago if someone told her that she would get emotional from a few words. She had thought the towering wall in the distance was a joke her brain had made up to entertain her. But no, it was real - it wasn't a weirdly shaped mountain. The river had led them somewhere. Her tail whipped behind her as she picked up her pace, exhaustion was something she pushed to the pack of her mind as they neared the walls. The snow drifted from existence and, with a visible and audible breath, she looked up in amazement. Relics. So absolutely colossal and made so long ago - no, these were not wolven-made. "You think it's a sign?" She murmured in amusement towards the snowy owl as he perched upon the top of a worn, craggy brick. He simply began to preen his feathers as she examined The Wall. |
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