June 11, 2023, 03:08 PM
All welcome! @Lótë c: She's now in her area, so I thought I would tag you!
The cloud cover seemed to prevent any light from touching the moist ground, and it made the journey dark and quiet. The canopy appeared to be a cool oasis in the heat of summer. The peachy female was a moth to flame with the idea of isolation beckoning as she slipped into the foliage from the brightness of the daylight. It had been a fairly easy affair to separate herself from her traveling companion for a place to clear her mind. There was much to think about.
There is not a point to continuing a goose chase.
The fireflies within the forest would occasionally blink. A giveaway to their occasional confusion from the darkness that usually came with night, but Creed found it almost endearing as she traveled further from the edge of the forest into the darkest depths. The roots of large trees twisted beneath her paws in knots of over competition. An occasional stumble was caught before she could tumble to the dirt, but she would peek around her each time to ensure there was no audience.
He chose to leave you.
Creed finally came to rest at the side of a small black stream. The quiet purr of it's waters were soothing to her ears, and it quenched the thirst from her trip to seek out such a place. The maiden took a seat beside it, staring into the dark waters in silence. The occasional illumination from the confused bugs being reflected back to pale yellow eyes as she considered her situation.
As the days had drawn on, her conviction for finding a brother whom had abandoned her had waned. She was unsure where to continue to with a young wolf at her side. There was a fear of disappointing Hviske in the face of choosing to remain somewhere. A hidden part of her had grown tired of the travel.
There is not a point to continuing a goose chase.
The fireflies within the forest would occasionally blink. A giveaway to their occasional confusion from the darkness that usually came with night, but Creed found it almost endearing as she traveled further from the edge of the forest into the darkest depths. The roots of large trees twisted beneath her paws in knots of over competition. An occasional stumble was caught before she could tumble to the dirt, but she would peek around her each time to ensure there was no audience.
He chose to leave you.
Creed finally came to rest at the side of a small black stream. The quiet purr of it's waters were soothing to her ears, and it quenched the thirst from her trip to seek out such a place. The maiden took a seat beside it, staring into the dark waters in silence. The occasional illumination from the confused bugs being reflected back to pale yellow eyes as she considered her situation.
As the days had drawn on, her conviction for finding a brother whom had abandoned her had waned. She was unsure where to continue to with a young wolf at her side. There was a fear of disappointing Hviske in the face of choosing to remain somewhere. A hidden part of her had grown tired of the travel.