Wolf RPG

proserpina makes her way back into the teekon wilds — not that she's entirely sure that she's entered the wilds but she suspects as much. the curve of the rising sun, painting the emerald grasses in soft gold as if touched by midas himself is a breath taking view, even as the further she goes, the more the grasses receed to a flatlane of dirt and rocks.

her purpose is set and she moves with the unbridled grace of a woman reborn.

like the flowing grace of a daughter of ceres.

there is a soft pang of regret, thinking of her mother and father and how she turned her back on both cultures.

but her new culture, the valors it was her's now.

a small lift of her chin is given, a sniff of the air: the sweet scent of dew covered grasses lingering before she continues on.

moving and moving and more moving, it made neon's feet hurt a bit. the vagabond wasn't sure where exactly she was going, or what plans she had in mind when it came to her new destinations. each day she woke to a new sunrise, and each night she fell asleep to a different melody of crickets, wind, and twinkling stars.

today the field has caught her attention, and the grass feels nice against her pads rather than rock or dirt. the sunlight is soft, warm, and welcoming. and neon decides it would be best to bask and soak up as much of this moment as she can.

so with her knees buckling underneath her, the noble finds herself rolling about in the dirt and grass. snorts and giggles can be heard from her as she takes in every second. although she wishes she had a companion to do this with, it is hard not to enjoy the moments of peace and quiet while venturing solo.

however, neon would soon realize that she isn't alone here. another woman, perhaps a bit more well-conducted, remains only a few paces away. hopefully neon doesn't happen to kick up any dirt in her direction.