To the Weast [Aurielle]
The mistake is on purpose.
04-09-2020, 01:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-09-2020, 01:59 AM by Dove.)
D O V E W H I T E
Dove padded through the desert, shifting sands beneath making his journey arduous and the unforgiving sun above making it treacherous. He'd traveled far from the mangrove forest, to escape what had happened with Sirius. The forest, the home he'd attempted to create for himself had been tainted by his actions a week prior, well-meaning as they might have been. He'd taken the time to analyze it all and come to a verdict. He was still wary of the man, and while the methods did nothing to aid in the near-crippling anxiety that had plagued Dove since, he understood that what Sirius had done had not been with the same intentions of his siblings and father.
In the midday sun, its rays sinking fevered claws into his pelt, a shudder rode his spine, at odds with the desert climate around him.
Dove glanced about, taking in his surroundings. An outcropping of tall, towering boulders off to his left, and more sand and desert to his right. Deciding he could use a break in the minuscule shade they offered, Dove veered left, keeping his toes clamped together in an effort to keep the sand from sifting between his paws so that he might not sink as much with each step.
It was moments before he reached it and he continued around the right half, hoping to find more shade offered on the other side. It was with some surprise, then, that he found on the other side an oasis, tropical tree standing tall and providing hefty shade to the pool of clear water below. Dove paused in the shade, sitting on the hard ground that emerged from beneath desert sand as he rested.
He walks. "He speaks." He thinks.
Dove padded through the desert, shifting sands beneath making his journey arduous and the unforgiving sun above making it treacherous. He'd traveled far from the mangrove forest, to escape what had happened with Sirius. The forest, the home he'd attempted to create for himself had been tainted by his actions a week prior, well-meaning as they might have been. He'd taken the time to analyze it all and come to a verdict. He was still wary of the man, and while the methods did nothing to aid in the near-crippling anxiety that had plagued Dove since, he understood that what Sirius had done had not been with the same intentions of his siblings and father.
In the midday sun, its rays sinking fevered claws into his pelt, a shudder rode his spine, at odds with the desert climate around him.
Dove glanced about, taking in his surroundings. An outcropping of tall, towering boulders off to his left, and more sand and desert to his right. Deciding he could use a break in the minuscule shade they offered, Dove veered left, keeping his toes clamped together in an effort to keep the sand from sifting between his paws so that he might not sink as much with each step.
It was moments before he reached it and he continued around the right half, hoping to find more shade offered on the other side. It was with some surprise, then, that he found on the other side an oasis, tropical tree standing tall and providing hefty shade to the pool of clear water below. Dove paused in the shade, sitting on the hard ground that emerged from beneath desert sand as he rested.
He walks. "He speaks." He thinks.
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