Missing My Shadow (open)
Tangibility was fashioned not by the ground felt underpaw, but the road itself that stretched toward endless horizons paved with fragrant earth and granules of life. And yet the sensation invoked was not real...by the sense that there was no expression, no name for that transcended with every press of the paw. A harmonious meld became manifest, until there was no longer the ground, the feel the summer blades, simply the progression of one soul upon the like plain toward any and everywhere her soul sought to be.
There was no grander feeling than to belong with the whole of creation; this wandering life of autumn radiance playing upon the rolling waves of summer heat.
Smoothly she carried on with the grace, nah, the certainty of a being that belong to any and nowhere. The fabricated mask of indifference donned with care, minding that it not slip though it was equipped rather tightly. Even as the warm winds caressed her muzzle, the expression did not slip nor did her sights widen when a bray disturbed the calm erecting her hackles in alarm and stilling her tail. It was not the first voice she had heard upon her travels, but it was certainly one that compelled the wandering thing to pause and take stock. Her eyes blind to all but the road, she was forced to peer from her veil with new eyes and gaze upon the land for hide or hair of this force that commanded the ears of any.
And in waking her senses, she heard the subtle roaring of the falls and beneath her paws did she at last feel the gentle wear and impressions of the well traveled earth. Here now was a new place, she could see it now with the blind eye cast away. Surrounded by the spires of a dwindling forest, nearing its end, but not quite with perhaps the remainder of the day to traverse it fully. She inhaled deeply, filling her tired lungs beyond their limit, then exhaled softly through parted maw as if to taste the air gathered upon her tongue. The grounds were not claimed and yet there was life within this place. She could smell it now as plainly as the drank her own musk then with a step...turned away from it to carry on just as soundly as she had progressed before. Whatever was called for, it had not been her. Her name was unknown to the minds of the newly met, and it was a truth she intended to keep as long as her will was able.
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