Window of Glass
Bronze <3
06-03-2021, 11:09 AM
OOC: This thread is set at the borders, not intending for her to walk across them and trespass. (Officially confirmed by Nyx.)
Summer was all around the continent, but it remained oblivious to the Northern Hemisphere. Grass had turned to snow, a transition that Silent found unfamiliar. Her black-and-silver paws sunk into the first steps she took, automatically becoming cold and unforgiving. She yelped in surprise, but the cry was so small and short, it did not remain on the air for long. Once the initial shock gave way, she proceeded to walk through the cold and wet substance with ease. She welcomed it after awhile and began to wonder what all lived within such a cold environment.
The day did not go by fast, giving her sunlight to help guide her as she trekked along the unfamiliar terrain. She stuck close to nearby bushes and trees, in case something or someone saw her out in the open. Silent was good at hiding; she intended to do it as long as she wanted. It gave her a sense of security, like turning invisible when not wanting to be seen. Though it was just a thought and not the truth, Silent used it like a weighted blanket on the days that she missed her parents. Remaining invisible to the large world sometimes made her feel safe.
The young girl reached the Sparse Pines after toddling for half an hour. She was about two meters from the edge of the woods when the pack's borders hit her nose like a battering ram. Silent felt as if she had been attacked by an invisible force and she stumbled mid-step, plopping over on her side and blinking blankly for a second or two. Where she had fallen was close to the borders, but not so close as to be considered a trespasser. She remained close to a random shrub, half of her frame randomly placed beneath it without so much as disturbing the snow upon its branches. From where she lay upon the snow, she tilted her head up and saw the height of the trees stretch. It was an impressive sight, causing her jaw to drop in awe. "Wooow," she said, her voice soft as she tried to imagine how high they reached.
Summer was all around the continent, but it remained oblivious to the Northern Hemisphere. Grass had turned to snow, a transition that Silent found unfamiliar. Her black-and-silver paws sunk into the first steps she took, automatically becoming cold and unforgiving. She yelped in surprise, but the cry was so small and short, it did not remain on the air for long. Once the initial shock gave way, she proceeded to walk through the cold and wet substance with ease. She welcomed it after awhile and began to wonder what all lived within such a cold environment.
The day did not go by fast, giving her sunlight to help guide her as she trekked along the unfamiliar terrain. She stuck close to nearby bushes and trees, in case something or someone saw her out in the open. Silent was good at hiding; she intended to do it as long as she wanted. It gave her a sense of security, like turning invisible when not wanting to be seen. Though it was just a thought and not the truth, Silent used it like a weighted blanket on the days that she missed her parents. Remaining invisible to the large world sometimes made her feel safe.
The young girl reached the Sparse Pines after toddling for half an hour. She was about two meters from the edge of the woods when the pack's borders hit her nose like a battering ram. Silent felt as if she had been attacked by an invisible force and she stumbled mid-step, plopping over on her side and blinking blankly for a second or two. Where she had fallen was close to the borders, but not so close as to be considered a trespasser. She remained close to a random shrub, half of her frame randomly placed beneath it without so much as disturbing the snow upon its branches. From where she lay upon the snow, she tilted her head up and saw the height of the trees stretch. It was an impressive sight, causing her jaw to drop in awe. "Wooow," she said, her voice soft as she tried to imagine how high they reached.