The Cross Cloaked in Mists
01-15-2014, 03:40 PM
Violet eyes would flutter shut with a blink as Twig walked over the soft irish moss. Her toes were tickled by its pleasantness she her saunter carried her through the light mist. Dark slate paws would take her on the winding deer path that passed carpets of tiny white flowers. The woman was delighted to explore such a region, even in her solitude she would appreciate the life that spring had brought. Orchid gaze would disappear behind grey lids as the flowers would bring about her painful memories. For just a moment she could hear their voice again, telling her wisely of the world and its ways. A comforting touch as she painfully learned the lesson of the partnership of flowers and bees. She would almost let a giggle escape her royal shaped maw, but suddenly the scream was all she could hear. A frightened yell would let loose from her jaws as she jumped back with the realism of her flashback. A growl would follow as she realized how she'd allowed herself to submerge so deeply into her memories. She would shake her head to clear her thoughts once again as she fought to gain control of her breathing and heart rate. It would do her no favors to let such emotions rule her, she had to gain control. Or she had to find her family. Sadness would replace the anger as she let her body carry on down the path. The mist would slowly turn to a slight drizzle as she realized the water was beginning to collect upon her thick pelt. It seemed that was not the only source of moisture there, shaking herself briefly she would snort and continue on. It did no good to dwell on her emotions, tears would not bring her siblings and... parent back. Eye would drift closed slowly once more as she willed herself to forget the grief that plagued her. There would be time to mourn when she found the others. I can talk! |
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