@Capriccio , @Kesan
Smoke curled in his fur, the scent of burnt ichor and smoldering flesh. There was no fire here, the air to cold and to humid in its winter state. The land where he had come from was now a raized one, full now of crisp corpses and pulsating coals. A smile tugged at his lips at the memory. Serves them right. From there his tracks were straight, purposeful and heavy on the earth. But woe to those who followed them back to the beginning.
Wide paws with feathered wrists flicked and pressed relentlessly into the soft dustbowl of the barren wedge of land. Noir hued eyes glanced off the lip of the rise, tracing its harsh curve to the entrance. Bitter annoyance tugged his frame into a more stocky stance, wings flickering in the wind. His head turned back and forth like a shark through the water, watching for movement even as his ears trained behind him. One who made enemies could never focus on moving only forward, lest they be dragged backwards. The intensity of his stare was muted by the shadows of wispy clouds overhead, rolling in between shadows and light.
It was around midday, but traveling through the night had loosened his muscles to the point of weariness. Sluggish movements not failing to be as graceful and fluid as a jungle cat. Kierans' nose twitched in the midst of the barren scape, making him suddenly cease any further motions. From an outside perspective, it may have been a lurch or a jolt, as if he had just made a monumental discovery or inward thought.
In reality it was the scent, stale but far more fresh than anything he had found lately. Roach-black eyes narrowed as they dipped closer to the ground, breath stirring small clouds of dust and debris. With a breathy sigh, he backed away from the border, careful not to overstep the boundary line that has been marked. Eyes roved over the landscape, searching for a place to rest his weary bones. He sat beside the only significant land marker to him at least , a large, seemingly dead tree. It was imposing and striking, but it appealed to him in sort of quiet way.
He debated howling to them as a sort, but then decided he was better off taking a break before he did so. He needed some rest. Besides, maybe he would meet someone here, someone even more interesting than himself. Shrugging as if in silent conversation to himself, Kieran lay, curling a paw under his chest as he allowed the cool air to rest on the silt river along his spine.
Smoke curled in his fur, the scent of burnt ichor and smoldering flesh. There was no fire here, the air to cold and to humid in its winter state. The land where he had come from was now a raized one, full now of crisp corpses and pulsating coals. A smile tugged at his lips at the memory. Serves them right. From there his tracks were straight, purposeful and heavy on the earth. But woe to those who followed them back to the beginning.
Wide paws with feathered wrists flicked and pressed relentlessly into the soft dustbowl of the barren wedge of land. Noir hued eyes glanced off the lip of the rise, tracing its harsh curve to the entrance. Bitter annoyance tugged his frame into a more stocky stance, wings flickering in the wind. His head turned back and forth like a shark through the water, watching for movement even as his ears trained behind him. One who made enemies could never focus on moving only forward, lest they be dragged backwards. The intensity of his stare was muted by the shadows of wispy clouds overhead, rolling in between shadows and light.
It was around midday, but traveling through the night had loosened his muscles to the point of weariness. Sluggish movements not failing to be as graceful and fluid as a jungle cat. Kierans' nose twitched in the midst of the barren scape, making him suddenly cease any further motions. From an outside perspective, it may have been a lurch or a jolt, as if he had just made a monumental discovery or inward thought.
In reality it was the scent, stale but far more fresh than anything he had found lately. Roach-black eyes narrowed as they dipped closer to the ground, breath stirring small clouds of dust and debris. With a breathy sigh, he backed away from the border, careful not to overstep the boundary line that has been marked. Eyes roved over the landscape, searching for a place to rest his weary bones. He sat beside the only significant land marker to him at least , a large, seemingly dead tree. It was imposing and striking, but it appealed to him in sort of quiet way.
He debated howling to them as a sort, but then decided he was better off taking a break before he did so. He needed some rest. Besides, maybe he would meet someone here, someone even more interesting than himself. Shrugging as if in silent conversation to himself, Kieran lay, curling a paw under his chest as he allowed the cool air to rest on the silt river along his spine.
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Life goes on - by Keiran - January 08, 2016, 07:26 PM
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