Ooc: For @Ragnar :) Somewhere along Sequoia Coast, not too far from Horizon Ridge, but not close enough to be blatantly threatening (although with babies, I'm sure any proximity is too close). It's the beginning of the night, and the moon is abnormally huge! (Hope that's okay) Whee.. :)
Ic:
Lunar energy pulled her from her comfy spot in the tree line along the beach, and it beckoned her to run. Free and wild. A primal pulse beat through her veins, and the Oathbone huntress took to her feet in an instant. The rhythm beating beneath her swift paws kept time with her heaving breath, and she fell into the trance of the run. With the moon in her eyes, Sootbird couldn't break her gaze. It was an ancient bond, a yearning ache that all wolves felt from time to time. Drenched in moonlight, wolves became magical and immortal.
Sootbird was a child of the night, but tonight's full moon raged with a passion that pulled at her being. It was an abnormally huge moon, and all of creation acknowledged this in it's own ways. The tide, the coasts creatures of the evening, all reveled in the moons influence tonight. Soot's large, flat tongue flapped like a banner in the breeze, and her muscles burned with delight of the run.
As the wind in her lungs set her chest ablaze, and she finished with a last spurt of energy, the sable lady bird wheeled back around and loped back to her camp for the night. Flicking a red tongue over a dry nose helped to calm her from the sudden outburst, and she shook her whole body deliberately, ridding herself of excess energy. Anxiety kept her awake most nights, and memories of her children, lost forever. Squeezing her eyes shut tight a moment, her brow furrowed at the heartache, but her mind quickly dressed the wound with other thoughts. Gazing at the moon still, she jawed on a scrap of fish, only part of what she had caught earlier, and wondered at everything she shouldn't at that hour. The moon bewitched her, and the sorrow was forgotten again, to be replaced by crunching bones and tender meat.
Ic:
Lunar energy pulled her from her comfy spot in the tree line along the beach, and it beckoned her to run. Free and wild. A primal pulse beat through her veins, and the Oathbone huntress took to her feet in an instant. The rhythm beating beneath her swift paws kept time with her heaving breath, and she fell into the trance of the run. With the moon in her eyes, Sootbird couldn't break her gaze. It was an ancient bond, a yearning ache that all wolves felt from time to time. Drenched in moonlight, wolves became magical and immortal.
Sootbird was a child of the night, but tonight's full moon raged with a passion that pulled at her being. It was an abnormally huge moon, and all of creation acknowledged this in it's own ways. The tide, the coasts creatures of the evening, all reveled in the moons influence tonight. Soot's large, flat tongue flapped like a banner in the breeze, and her muscles burned with delight of the run.
As the wind in her lungs set her chest ablaze, and she finished with a last spurt of energy, the sable lady bird wheeled back around and loped back to her camp for the night. Flicking a red tongue over a dry nose helped to calm her from the sudden outburst, and she shook her whole body deliberately, ridding herself of excess energy. Anxiety kept her awake most nights, and memories of her children, lost forever. Squeezing her eyes shut tight a moment, her brow furrowed at the heartache, but her mind quickly dressed the wound with other thoughts. Gazing at the moon still, she jawed on a scrap of fish, only part of what she had caught earlier, and wondered at everything she shouldn't at that hour. The moon bewitched her, and the sorrow was forgotten again, to be replaced by crunching bones and tender meat.
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Friday the Thirteenth - by Sootbird - June 13, 2014, 10:57 PM
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