Forgotten is the race that no-one knows
10-01-2013, 06:07 PM
Arayne intended to remain a nomad for as long as possible, seeing all the sights that this land had to offer, but even a nomad needed somewhere they could rest every now and then. She had settled on such a place, a tumble of stones and ruins that reminded her comfortingly of her dilapidated garden back home. The once-grand arches and buildings were crumbling and weatherworn, but she liked it all the same.
A small patch of grass in the lee of one of the large stones had been turned into a comfortable nest, and she had left a small scent mark to mark the patch as hers. Not the whole ruins, of course, she didn't intended to stake out the entire area.
Once her little nook was complete, she stepped away, letting the cool night air work it's way into her fur. Nights were never something she had feared. She felt safe and protected when cloaked in shadow. Overhead, the stars were coming out, cascading across the sky like diamonds. She hopped onto a low-lying stone, then stretched out and rolled onto her back, looking up at the display. Winter's chill was evident in the slightly cool breeze, but she doubted that this region would ever fully succumb. She would enjoy it for now.
A small patch of grass in the lee of one of the large stones had been turned into a comfortable nest, and she had left a small scent mark to mark the patch as hers. Not the whole ruins, of course, she didn't intended to stake out the entire area.
Once her little nook was complete, she stepped away, letting the cool night air work it's way into her fur. Nights were never something she had feared. She felt safe and protected when cloaked in shadow. Overhead, the stars were coming out, cascading across the sky like diamonds. She hopped onto a low-lying stone, then stretched out and rolled onto her back, looking up at the display. Winter's chill was evident in the slightly cool breeze, but she doubted that this region would ever fully succumb. She would enjoy it for now.