There's A Marching Band Still Playing In That Vacant Lot
Bunni!
Professor
11-01-2021, 05:22 AM
After washing up on the shores of what the male had called Northern Boreas, she had decided to make her way toward the east. Because why not? Making her way through various landscapes and skirting around a few pack lands, she was noticing something. The sun, a sun she was so used to welcoming every morning, never came. That big great ball of fire was never in the sky, but it also was never fully dark here? Twilight, some called it, right? She would look up every so often to the darkened skies with a confused expression. Streaking stars and myriads of dancing auroras lit her way in these peculiar times. Not wanting to shy aware from exploring this new land, Celeste continued. Even as fog swirled around her ankles in an almost threatening way, her short legs felt lethargic. What even was this place? What could possibly be happening? Off the distance, every once in a while, she thought she saw someone familiar, but it wasn't possible here. She was a foreigner and there would be no way to see a ghost of someone. Ghosts weren't really here, were they? More and more, as she made her way east, glowing flora and fauna popped up. Small critters pulsed with a weird glow and crystals popped up on their body parts. How? Wishing she could remember how and why she'd been on that raft crossed her mind multiple times, but it was fruitless at this point. Shivers rolled down her spine until a warm breath of air crossed her ivory cheeks. Looking up from her investigating, Celeste eyed hot springs where steamed rolled up in plumes. Ah, just the place she needed to try to unwind and relax. Approaching them, somewhat apprehensively, the wolf froze when a wolf twice her size spread out across some rocks caught her attention. Freezing as she saw small mushrooms growing from one of the ears. Not particularly one to go sticking her nose in others' business, Celeste wondered if she should even approach. Yet, this was the first wolf she'd come across since the large red and black grumpy pants. Keeping her horned head held high, she crept closer with her tail tucked between her legs. "Are you okay?" She asks, her whispery voice slightly deeper than a female's voice ought to be. Keeping her distance just in case, Celeste watched with curious eyes. There were more questions to be asked, but being respectful was first on the list. |