A dark vastness laid over the land like a kind of blanket, hugging the Earth with its eternal blackness, fighting away the ever growing threat of sunlight and warmth. Spring time and its ever wonderful bask of sweltering heat that baked the land was closer and closer; soon the misty cover of night would fade away and leave nothing but the sun. And Nantale hated the sun. Her ebony fur absorbed its rays as if they were starving. Which was absolutely ridiculous, considering her fur were neither alive nor needed nutrients. Instead, the warrior attempted to steer clear of the daylight, sticking to the shadows of the forest whenever she could.
Today, unfortunately, she was not so lucky. Rather than sulk as she normally would, now she was out in the open, slowly ambling along a sandy front as water crushed casually along the shoreline. Ocean wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with; in fact, her previous life had some ocean here or there. The sand trickled its way in between her dusky toes as her slow, awkward gait dragged along without a care or reason. If she had to be out in the open, exposed, she’d be doing it on her own terms, and those terms were slow and lazy.
For a brief moment a pain ached in her back leg; the mangled, heap of a leg that was barely functional throbbed with a dull pain, reminding her of her unfortunate past. She paused until the pain subsided, standing weirdly on the beach front, silvery eyes peering outward into the vast blueness as the sun slowly rose in the east. It was still mostly dark, but the warmness was already creeping forward and Nantale sighed, wondering just how hot it would get today, and if she could somehow avoid it.
She guessed, however, that she couldn’t.