Wake Up Call

Quote:"Speech"

Thoughts

The soft breeze caressed the ivory fae's slender physique. A heavy breath was taken in as she stood upon the edge of the flatlands, allowing her visage to relax, her lavender gaze closed for a moment. Inhaling the fresh morning air, damp and with a crisp, lightly chilled bite. Her lungs filled as did her heart. A feeling of everlasting relaxation overtook her bodice and she exhaled slowly, allowing her gaze to open with her escaping breath, her already tousled ivory pelt tossed and flowed against the sharper winds, not allowing it to bother her, she took in the landscape before her, her mind at a stand still as she did nothing but watch.

The ends of long, dry grass stalks kissed at the petite fae's elbows and hocks. Her lavender optics a glow against the golden, sun kissed field, flat as could be, and flowing with the winds like a never ending sea. She took it upon herself to stretch her legs a bit, allow her pads to feel the earth below her in a feeling of pure ecstasy. She took off, her delicate feet carrying her over the fields, her pelt matching the flow of the golden waves. For a moment again her optics closed, her mind clear of thought and precaution to possible predation or sudden attack by an unknown canine. She picked up her speed, heading into the open fields without a possible hindrance in sight. Although this was rare for the fae, she enjoyed herself for as long as she allowed herself to sprint, not giving a care to the world around her for that short time of letting loose. But quickly she would realize her mistake, allowing herself to fall vulnerable as the scent of another reached her flaring, obsidian nostrils. She slowed down for a moment, allowing herself to slowly come down to a delicate, silent pad over the sun kissed meadow she stood in, standing out with the snow pelt she dawned ever so well. A moment had passed as her dial stayed in one direction turned, her auds swiveled to catch sound of the one she could smell but to no avail. Gently her vocals cracked into a sound barely above a whisper, "Hello?..." She awaited a reply, her once clear mind now gaining a cloudier, thought still relaxed filling. Not allowing herself to set alarm, the fae relaxed, awaiting another sign of the one near her.

Word Count :: 409

Tags :: Wolf!

Mood :: Ecstasy, Caution