Can't Wait For Winter [Open Spar]
04-10-2020, 02:58 PM
H E S T E R
Hester found herself wandering far from where she'd first begun. Fall was in the air, and though it was only just beginning, Hes could feel the minuscule bite in the air that was attempting to take hold of the land. Leaves were beginning to brown beneath the onslaught, and as she meandered, she came first upon a plateau with gargantuan metal beasts protruding from desolated grounds. To her left spread open plains, and to her right, a rock face stood, imposing in its size.
She heard the yowl some distance ahead, and her ears perked forward in sudden interest as her slow pace fastened to a trot. It wasn't long until she found the lynx that had released the call for battle, and Hester slowed, tilting her head as she spoke. "Are you in need of aid?" she asked, wanting to be sure before she took the woman's offer. She was tall for a lynx but similarly colored to the ones she'd seen in her travels. Her gold eyes mirrored Hester's own. "Or was that a call for merriment?"
Hester, battle loving she-wolf that she was, hoped for the latter but awaited the other's answer.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Hester found herself wandering far from where she'd first begun. Fall was in the air, and though it was only just beginning, Hes could feel the minuscule bite in the air that was attempting to take hold of the land. Leaves were beginning to brown beneath the onslaught, and as she meandered, she came first upon a plateau with gargantuan metal beasts protruding from desolated grounds. To her left spread open plains, and to her right, a rock face stood, imposing in its size.
She heard the yowl some distance ahead, and her ears perked forward in sudden interest as her slow pace fastened to a trot. It wasn't long until she found the lynx that had released the call for battle, and Hester slowed, tilting her head as she spoke. "Are you in need of aid?" she asked, wanting to be sure before she took the woman's offer. She was tall for a lynx but similarly colored to the ones she'd seen in her travels. Her gold eyes mirrored Hester's own. "Or was that a call for merriment?"
Hester, battle loving she-wolf that she was, hoped for the latter but awaited the other's answer.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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