Post by amayaokami on Jun 8, 2012 0:49:05 GMT -5
Large, black ears slowly swivel in all directions, searching for even the slightest bit of disturbance from the quiet evening. A twig snapping followed by rustling quickly brought large paws to a standstill. Though after a few passing moments the culprits showed themselves; a pair of small rabbits raced through the underbrush hoping to outrun the predator they felt stalked them. Large green eyes locked onto the direction the prey had run off to, but not for the chase, instead to make sure there was no other reason for the hasty retreat of the vermin.
This was not the first time the she-wolf had found herself on her own, in fact she had spent most of her life in such a state, but the bare surroundings uneased her to the bones. It was not natural for a wolf, lone or otherwise, to travel through such empty terrain; the bare ground hardly muffled the steps of the she-wolf, unlike the lush grounds she had been accustomed to. Regret pulled at her gut, but she had traveled too great a distance for far too long to back out now. It was because of the barren wasteland before her that she had waited for nightfall to traverse any further. Her pitch black coat would have made her an easy target in the daylight, but the darkness was a powerful ally; the she wolf seeming to disappear in a heartbeat once the shadows took their hold of the lands.
Sadly, there was no comfort to be found in this place, even in the shadows of the night. The air itself seemed to hold an unknown scent of its own. These were no ordinary lands. The lone she-wolf’s pads seemed to vibrate with every step she took; the slightest breeze causing hackles to raise and ears to sudden flatten as if confronted by danger. Yet the lands remained empty and barren around her. A low growl reverberated in her throat, half a warning half for her own comfort. The only positive thing of the journey so far was it was keeping the she-wolf on her toes and her senses in high alert. If a confrontation was in her near future, she was more than ready to face it.
This was not the first time the she-wolf had found herself on her own, in fact she had spent most of her life in such a state, but the bare surroundings uneased her to the bones. It was not natural for a wolf, lone or otherwise, to travel through such empty terrain; the bare ground hardly muffled the steps of the she-wolf, unlike the lush grounds she had been accustomed to. Regret pulled at her gut, but she had traveled too great a distance for far too long to back out now. It was because of the barren wasteland before her that she had waited for nightfall to traverse any further. Her pitch black coat would have made her an easy target in the daylight, but the darkness was a powerful ally; the she wolf seeming to disappear in a heartbeat once the shadows took their hold of the lands.
Sadly, there was no comfort to be found in this place, even in the shadows of the night. The air itself seemed to hold an unknown scent of its own. These were no ordinary lands. The lone she-wolf’s pads seemed to vibrate with every step she took; the slightest breeze causing hackles to raise and ears to sudden flatten as if confronted by danger. Yet the lands remained empty and barren around her. A low growl reverberated in her throat, half a warning half for her own comfort. The only positive thing of the journey so far was it was keeping the she-wolf on her toes and her senses in high alert. If a confrontation was in her near future, she was more than ready to face it.