Sing to the Moon

*Resin* · 08-10-2023, 11:17 AM

As always, Resin patrolled. She walked endlessly. Sometimes she sang to the moon when the mood struck, but winding her way through mountain paths took up most of her time. The woman's fur, a mesmerizing blend of charcoal black and steel grey, rippled with every step, seamlessly camouflaging her against the rocky landscape. With each movement, she would exude an air of authority, a guardian of her mountain domain.

As she patrolled, her keen senses were on full alert, attuned to every rustle of leaves and distant echo. Those eyes, a striking shade of bright sulfur yellow, stood out like beacons against her dark coat. They radiated intelligence, a keen awareness that reflected both the untamed wilderness and a deep understanding of her surroundings.

The wind carried scents to her dusty blue nose, a tapestry of earthy aromas revealing the secrets of the land. Occasionally, her blocky skull would tilt, nostrils flaring as she deciphered the stories written in the air. It's as though the very mountains speak to her through the breeze, sharing tales of prey and rival wolves that dare not, and could not, tread on her ethereal territory.

Moving with a fluid grace, Resin's powerful muscles rippled beneath her thick pelt, a testament to the physical prowess that's honed through years of survival. Her size was awe-inspiring, her presence undeniable, yet she carried herself with a quiet confidence rather than brazen aggression. It was the demeanor of a leader who knew her strength but used it wisely, understanding the balance between might and restraint.

The Carpathian mountains, crowned with ancient forests and echoing with the calls of unseen creatures, have found their guardian in her. She's a part of the very fabric of these lands, an entity forged by nature's hand, an embodiment of both the harsh realities and breathtaking beauty of the wild. Who was to say that these lands even existed? Resin knew that she was dead; an eternal guardian to the lands where she had been brought biting and clawing into the world. To her, the mountains were very real. As real as she was, anyway.

The scenery changed on a whim, with a mere thought. One moment it could be the deepest chill of winter. The next it could be the height of summer. At this moment, Resin's thoughts had drifted to spring, and thus the landscape reflected that. Morning sunlight filtered down through the trees and would eventually chase off the chill of night, but not quite yet. One could see their breath and this would last for just a while longer. The massive woman stood at the edge of the crystal clear lake and slaked her thirst. She wondered what the day would bring.

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