Set to the east of Chimera Fields, near to Neverwinter Forest
Mason glared at the forest, his eyes narrowed. He could see the pines spread across the far distance at near-uniform height, topped with snow like a blanket keeping the forest cosy. Emotions flared: jealousy, anger and resentment marbled the expression on his unorthodox face. He knew he was going to be in trouble for his escapade. Like a true teen, he had spoken to his Dad briefly about the fact that the borders had not been moved back from what he could tell; perhaps they had, but he had only rolled around on the outer ones so he wouldn’t know if there were fresher marks further in. He had lied by omission, and had not given his Dad indication that he had rolled on their markings at all.
Mason sat down, perhaps a kilometre from the forest’s edge scent markings, but close enough to watch a good stretch of their borders. He was suspicious, and he didn’t trust them one jot. Perhaps he would become a Spy after all.
A gusty wind sailed down the field which was currently lacking in any flowers at all. Soon there would be honey bees drifting over this part of the territory, but he could see none for now. He didn’t know what bees looked like – he had spent his life on a mountain and had no real memories of anything before later summer. The wind lifted his thin fluffy fur, sending it ruffling this way and that. His awkwardly wideset eyes continued to burn into the edge of the new pack, the colour of raging fire, as though he wished he could set it alight.
Mason glared at the forest, his eyes narrowed. He could see the pines spread across the far distance at near-uniform height, topped with snow like a blanket keeping the forest cosy. Emotions flared: jealousy, anger and resentment marbled the expression on his unorthodox face. He knew he was going to be in trouble for his escapade. Like a true teen, he had spoken to his Dad briefly about the fact that the borders had not been moved back from what he could tell; perhaps they had, but he had only rolled around on the outer ones so he wouldn’t know if there were fresher marks further in. He had lied by omission, and had not given his Dad indication that he had rolled on their markings at all.
Mason sat down, perhaps a kilometre from the forest’s edge scent markings, but close enough to watch a good stretch of their borders. He was suspicious, and he didn’t trust them one jot. Perhaps he would become a Spy after all.
A gusty wind sailed down the field which was currently lacking in any flowers at all. Soon there would be honey bees drifting over this part of the territory, but he could see none for now. He didn’t know what bees looked like – he had spent his life on a mountain and had no real memories of anything before later summer. The wind lifted his thin fluffy fur, sending it ruffling this way and that. His awkwardly wideset eyes continued to burn into the edge of the new pack, the colour of raging fire, as though he wished he could set it alight.
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Though hell should bar the way - by Mason - February 25, 2016, 07:56 AM
RE: Though hell should bar the way - by Yurei - February 26, 2016, 10:52 PM
RE: Though hell should bar the way - by Mason - March 03, 2016, 04:48 AM