Ravensblood Forest senses
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Ooc — Rosie
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Olive found so much pleasure and enjoyment in exploring her new home that it was almost all she did. Shortly after waking up, Olive would take off and meander lazily around the twisting trees and rolling thickets. Having met several of her pack members, Olive was more and more settling into her new roles and family. It was starkly different than the pack of her past life and  the time she spent as a lone wolf, riddled with wanderlust. There were rules, but Olive was quickly learning that the laws of the pack greatly enhanced her life rather than hampering it.

Though her time in Ravensblood Forest was still short, Olive felt herself coming to assimilate with her surroundings. There really was something to be said about staying in one location for an extended amount of time and finding a home. She was gaining intimate knowledge about the woods that enveloped and nurtured her. The land wasn’t technically hers (nor was it truly owned by anyone), but she felt a deep connection growing the more time she spent dwarfed amount the foliage. The rustle of the leaves as the wind blew told her of happening long ago, happenings that no wolf today had been alive to see. The small streams that babbled brought with them ancient knowledge from the mountains where they originated. It was the observance of these humble phenomenon that comprised most of Olive's days. Given her past of wandering (in both her birth pack and adventures afterwards), a connection this profound was new for Olive. 

She wondered how deeply her roots in this forest would grow and what mysteries they held for her.

Once again ambling through the forest, Olive came upon a lone dame. She was a picture of serenity, enjoying the shade of a nearby tree. Olive slowed to a stop and gazed at the wolf curiously, waiting for any sign from the wolf that her presence was known. After a moment, Olive decided she did not want to startle her (she appeared to be quite preoccupied with a daydream) and spoke smoothly, quietly.

“Afternoon, sister.” Olive greeted. “I hope the day is treating you well.”
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams

Messages In This Thread
senses - by Estelle - October 16, 2016, 08:43 AM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 18, 2016, 01:20 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 18, 2016, 02:47 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 21, 2016, 03:46 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 21, 2016, 07:57 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 23, 2016, 07:21 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 23, 2016, 07:30 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 26, 2016, 12:04 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 29, 2016, 11:41 AM
RE: senses - by Olive - November 02, 2016, 10:46 AM
RE: senses - by Estelle - November 02, 2016, 06:50 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - November 03, 2016, 01:19 PM