Fanning the Flames
12-31-2019, 06:04 PM
The battlefield held a great many wonders, but after spending the majority of her time there, the russet woman had become bored with the same barren landscapes. No, she craved something cold, refreshing, and somewhat resembling of her homeland. So she made the trek up north, her paws following a primal desire that lead her like a compass. She journey through various forests; one had trunks that knew no bounds, reaching for the heavens with decades of experience. Another forest was equally as impressive, however instead of growing towards the heavens, it seemed the red barked plants were focused on growing big and fat, the circumference of some of the trees trunks dwarfing the others in a landslide. With two such amazing territories already on her radar, Sylvia was eager to see what was beyond the next bend, her excitement for a new adventure shadowing her better knowledge. It wasn't until the last rays of sunsets were climbing the tops of the next forest, did she realize how quickly the day had escaped her.
Too late to make it back to her den at the battlefields, Sylvia turned her attention on finding somewhere warm to spend the night. The wind was unbelievably unkind in this forest, wiping around her hairs in a wild frenzy. It was almost enough to make her eyes water and the tip of her nose burned with the nip of the chill. It was there she came up upon the gorge and deep down at the heart of the cavern, she could make out the sight of life moving about. "Thank the Gods." She mumbled into the wind and she slowly began her descent down the treacherous sides of the gorge. She was slow, the steepness causing her to use more caution than she normally gave. In time, she would make it to the bottom safely, and her violet eyes would gaze around the hallow hole that seemed to team with life despite being in the north. But her true goal, the one her sight settled on, was a wolf nestled around a particularly lush patch of growth. Slowly Sylvia would approach, and when she was a few yards away, she would call out; "Hello, lovely. Strange place to find so much life down here, isn't it?"
Too late to make it back to her den at the battlefields, Sylvia turned her attention on finding somewhere warm to spend the night. The wind was unbelievably unkind in this forest, wiping around her hairs in a wild frenzy. It was almost enough to make her eyes water and the tip of her nose burned with the nip of the chill. It was there she came up upon the gorge and deep down at the heart of the cavern, she could make out the sight of life moving about. "Thank the Gods." She mumbled into the wind and she slowly began her descent down the treacherous sides of the gorge. She was slow, the steepness causing her to use more caution than she normally gave. In time, she would make it to the bottom safely, and her violet eyes would gaze around the hallow hole that seemed to team with life despite being in the north. But her true goal, the one her sight settled on, was a wolf nestled around a particularly lush patch of growth. Slowly Sylvia would approach, and when she was a few yards away, she would call out; "Hello, lovely. Strange place to find so much life down here, isn't it?"
"Sylvia"
