June 14, 2014, 08:30 PM
Ooc: For @Majesty :)
Ic:
The now lush trees of the Heartwood swayed their arms in the shy breeze of early evening, and they balanced the colors of sunset bleeding into the clouds. Before the sun relenquished it's throne in the sky, it bewitched all watchers that night. He painted the sky a foreign, tropical orange and blush, dappled with grey-purple clouds that seemed to flicker.
Ahhh..tsss! Tssst-sst-tssss... Sootbird yelped and recoiled in pain, hissing and shaking her shaggy head all at once. While making progress on digging her den, as most seemed occupied and rather full this time of year, she managed to scrape a fresh wound on her forearm along a jutting branch too near the dig site. Addressing the tender gash with a few deliberate licks, she had little time for any proper ointments or bandaging, though it apparently needed it. She had to continue widening the small shelter she had found, which would fit her for the night with a little more work, though probably not comfortably. The stubborn Oathbone gene prevailed, and she worked harder until the shade had consumed the last golden specks of sunlight on the forest floor. The earth suddenly became the sky, and Soot collapsed in a dark heap for the moment, fainting only briefly before raising herself to a groggy sit. She had to take it easy, though presently, a bit dehydrated with a throbbing wound on her digging arm, she felt a bit confused. The reality of her vulnerable state flashed as suddenly as the lightning had, though no rain fell yet. The shade provided little cooling relief. This night would be hot and sticky, too much for the thick furred huntress. The thunder finally growled, and she licked her chops nervously. She had to continue digging.
Ic:
The now lush trees of the Heartwood swayed their arms in the shy breeze of early evening, and they balanced the colors of sunset bleeding into the clouds. Before the sun relenquished it's throne in the sky, it bewitched all watchers that night. He painted the sky a foreign, tropical orange and blush, dappled with grey-purple clouds that seemed to flicker.
Ahhh..tsss! Tssst-sst-tssss... Sootbird yelped and recoiled in pain, hissing and shaking her shaggy head all at once. While making progress on digging her den, as most seemed occupied and rather full this time of year, she managed to scrape a fresh wound on her forearm along a jutting branch too near the dig site. Addressing the tender gash with a few deliberate licks, she had little time for any proper ointments or bandaging, though it apparently needed it. She had to continue widening the small shelter she had found, which would fit her for the night with a little more work, though probably not comfortably. The stubborn Oathbone gene prevailed, and she worked harder until the shade had consumed the last golden specks of sunlight on the forest floor. The earth suddenly became the sky, and Soot collapsed in a dark heap for the moment, fainting only briefly before raising herself to a groggy sit. She had to take it easy, though presently, a bit dehydrated with a throbbing wound on her digging arm, she felt a bit confused. The reality of her vulnerable state flashed as suddenly as the lightning had, though no rain fell yet. The shade provided little cooling relief. This night would be hot and sticky, too much for the thick furred huntress. The thunder finally growled, and she licked her chops nervously. She had to continue digging.