My Automatic Action
Noir
07-21-2020, 04:41 PM
A low head as she pondered through the lands with much interest as per normal. Her gait at a trot, her nose stayed mostly close to the ground with her paws attempting to clip her chin but she was careful not to. This place was pretty interesting, a slight fog rose to her knees as the late morning slipped away into the day and the sun was starting to shine out around the clouds. She halted instantly as if she saw something of interest, or more like a prey listening as if they were being stalked. But just as her head shot up and she scanned her surroundings, she continued on the move again in a slightly different direction back to her lowered, sniffing stance. She approached a strange large metal object buried in the ground that was bent and deformed from the many centuries of it being lost here. Her neck rose and nose sniffed the warped metal plates for only a few seconds before she found herself hopping on the slanted slick surface. Her paw pads shifted but she regained her footing quickly and never showed fear in falling off the strange object. Just as she made sure she wouldn't slide off, her head cocked, looking out at nothing, and she asked herself what she was doing and why she was even here. Loner life sure was getting boring. |