Walking Is Like Flying, Right?
10-26-2014, 08:10 PM
Motif loved two activities most in the world, to test her abilities in a spar against an opponent, and to run, to chase the setting of the sun. well, these where her favourite as long as you didn't count teasing Bass as an activity. She has spent the day before in a friendly spar for the first time in a good few months and she felt exhilarated from the excitement of it. Today, she would stretch out her long, dainty paws and tear across the Serpaint plains. Dashing beneath trees and leaping over fallen debris still left over from the weather crisis they had left behind. She kicked up dust and enjoyed the heat of the warm sun as it chased her across the plains of Abaven territory. She was laughing, her tail streaming wildly behind her and her head raised high in laughter when she realised another obstacle was in her path, she leapt and flew over Tinaro before skidding to a holt, tossing back her head and looking at the little life she had almost fun into. Her breath came out in light-hearted pants as she shook out her body and took another step towards the young pup. ?Hey there, what are you doing?? she asked, her voice gentle as she looked the little creature over. He looked very young to be out and about all on his own. "Speech" |
