towhee keeps to the dry, grassy prairie as she moves through flycatcher downs; avoiding the rocky portion. it keeps her mostly on the outskirts, flirting with whatever neutral territory lingered beside it. ghost flys a little bit ahead of her, a raptor of the skies; taking point. the falcon's aerial view gives him an advantage that the silent hunter could never imagine. she doesn't need him to be her eyes, though. only her ears.
she keeps ghost in her peripheral; pausing to let her gaze scour the land and sate her thirst at the nearest puddle of rain water. it wasn't fresh but it wasn't stale yet either.
her trip, brief though it was, had been long enough for her to lose track of her mother and brother ... but jr still harbored that flame of constantly needing to prove herself that she had thought had been extinguished. until she accomplished that, she was afraid settling would be hard for her in any capacity.
she takes another drink; content to give herself a brief moment of rest.
she keeps ghost in her peripheral; pausing to let her gaze scour the land and sate her thirst at the nearest puddle of rain water. it wasn't fresh but it wasn't stale yet either.
her trip, brief though it was, had been long enough for her to lose track of her mother and brother ... but jr still harbored that flame of constantly needing to prove herself that she had thought had been extinguished. until she accomplished that, she was afraid settling would be hard for her in any capacity.
she takes another drink; content to give herself a brief moment of rest.
has a juvenile peregrine falcon companion named ghost; can be freely pp'd in threads with her; with the exception of serious injury/death.
-Ptero will look like this in posts-
2 hours ago
Cole’s broad frame moved through the gentle rise and fall of the prairie with a deliberate ease, his steps steady, though his amber eyes never stopped their watchful sweep of the terrain. The soft whisper of grass and the occasional chirp of an insect were the only sounds to fill the space until his gaze fell upon a figure in the distance.
A woman—formidable and striking. Even from afar, she carried the air of a seasoned warrior. Her charcoal coat, marked with fiery reds and white dustings, caught the shifting light. She moved like someone who knew what it meant to endure, to fight, and to win.
He slowed his approach, his brow lifting slightly as he took her in. The raptor circling overhead was no mere bird; it was purposeful, a partner rather than a pet. That alone intrigued him, but he didn’t linger on the falcon long. His focus returned to her as she paused by a puddle, her posture relaxed but far from careless.
Clearing his throat to announce himself, Cole stopped at a respectful distance. His southern drawl, warm and unhurried, rolled across the space between them.
A woman—formidable and striking. Even from afar, she carried the air of a seasoned warrior. Her charcoal coat, marked with fiery reds and white dustings, caught the shifting light. She moved like someone who knew what it meant to endure, to fight, and to win.
He slowed his approach, his brow lifting slightly as he took her in. The raptor circling overhead was no mere bird; it was purposeful, a partner rather than a pet. That alone intrigued him, but he didn’t linger on the falcon long. His focus returned to her as she paused by a puddle, her posture relaxed but far from careless.
Clearing his throat to announce himself, Cole stopped at a respectful distance. His southern drawl, warm and unhurried, rolled across the space between them.
Afternoon, ma’am. Didn’t mean to intrude.His eyes lingered briefly on the falcon before returning to her golden gaze.
You from around here, or just passin’ through?There was no challenge in his tone, only an openness that invited conversation, though his stance remained wary—just in case.
art © elmwick, commissioned by me.
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