Rebuilding
03-17-2015, 12:03 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Summer baked the earth with its sweltering heat, and because being directly beneath the sun's burning rays with a coat that was dark as pitch was almost agonizing, the thin, leggy wolf sought out the shade. Her spindly grey legs moved slowly, sluggishly, and without purpose as they carried her beneath the trees that grew here, her paws almost dragging the ground. With her head low, Callisto's silvery blue eyes were half lidded, a mixture of boredom and lethargy allowing her angular features to fall slack with disinterest. Even her ears had ceased turning atop her head to listen to the quiet noises around her, and more pointedly they were trying to avoid the interruptions posed by her unwanted companion.
"I don't know why you traveled this way," the scrawny black cat remarked, "There's nothing out here." Not for the first time, Callisto felt her fur on the back of her neck threaten to rise, the surging need to chase after the mouthy feline returning with fervor. As if that damned cat knew anything. As if she knew that here was quiet and peace and plants that she had never seen before. They grew sparsely now, but with time the healer woman knew they would eventually bloom in abundance, providing plenty to pick from and make good use when the need for them arose.
But that sort of thing had been above the cat's comprehension when Callisto had tried to tell her the first time, and she was not about to repeat herself. Nor was she going to point out that this particular trip was merely one of needing to keep moving but with a direction that was shaded from the unbearable sun. "If you don't like it here, then leave," the wolf grumbled, her irritation and impatience clear. But she knew the cat would be unperturbed. She had tried too many times already to get the cat to leave, and none of them had done the trick. She was like a weed, suffocating and aggravatingly resilient.
From somewhere behind her the cat's voice piped up on a sigh. "I've got nothing better to do." Right, Callisto mused sourly, nothing to do but bug the hell out of me. That seemed all the feline was good for. But for the moment she fell into silence and black and grey wolf pretended she was not there, continuing to walk about only half paying attention to her surroundings and wondering if she ought to drag any plants back with her before she left to start rebuilding her lost herb stores.
Summer baked the earth with its sweltering heat, and because being directly beneath the sun's burning rays with a coat that was dark as pitch was almost agonizing, the thin, leggy wolf sought out the shade. Her spindly grey legs moved slowly, sluggishly, and without purpose as they carried her beneath the trees that grew here, her paws almost dragging the ground. With her head low, Callisto's silvery blue eyes were half lidded, a mixture of boredom and lethargy allowing her angular features to fall slack with disinterest. Even her ears had ceased turning atop her head to listen to the quiet noises around her, and more pointedly they were trying to avoid the interruptions posed by her unwanted companion.
"I don't know why you traveled this way," the scrawny black cat remarked, "There's nothing out here." Not for the first time, Callisto felt her fur on the back of her neck threaten to rise, the surging need to chase after the mouthy feline returning with fervor. As if that damned cat knew anything. As if she knew that here was quiet and peace and plants that she had never seen before. They grew sparsely now, but with time the healer woman knew they would eventually bloom in abundance, providing plenty to pick from and make good use when the need for them arose.
But that sort of thing had been above the cat's comprehension when Callisto had tried to tell her the first time, and she was not about to repeat herself. Nor was she going to point out that this particular trip was merely one of needing to keep moving but with a direction that was shaded from the unbearable sun. "If you don't like it here, then leave," the wolf grumbled, her irritation and impatience clear. But she knew the cat would be unperturbed. She had tried too many times already to get the cat to leave, and none of them had done the trick. She was like a weed, suffocating and aggravatingly resilient.
From somewhere behind her the cat's voice piped up on a sigh. "I've got nothing better to do." Right, Callisto mused sourly, nothing to do but bug the hell out of me. That seemed all the feline was good for. But for the moment she fell into silence and black and grey wolf pretended she was not there, continuing to walk about only half paying attention to her surroundings and wondering if she ought to drag any plants back with her before she left to start rebuilding her lost herb stores.
