It was early morning, before dawn. The sky was turning grey with the slow approach of the sun. Ione needed to find a place to sleep for the day. It would be a long wait til dusk, as the summer months meant that the daylight hours were longer. Luckily, summer also meant that there was more prey available. She had been successful in her last few hunts and was currently satisfied as far her hunger went.
She was in a clearing of the woods and ahead of her was a massive boulder that seemed to be cleaved in two, with the halves leaning against one another. It could be dangerous. The two halves could collapse on top of her while she slept, but it looked as if they had been that way since time immemorial. She would probably be fine. She approached the broken boulder and saw a dark entrance in the crevice between the two halves, big enough to allow someone twice her size to get in. She crept inside, massive ears swiveling on her head and nose twitching; she didn’t want to be caught unawares. However, it seemed like no one was here.
The entrance sloped downward into a network of small tunnels that lead to small dens. Inside, dried grass and moss crunched underpaw. Old bedding. Someone had once made this place home, but their scent was nonexistent. Whoever had been here before was long gone. Ione lay down in one of the cool dens and went to sleep.
She was in a clearing of the woods and ahead of her was a massive boulder that seemed to be cleaved in two, with the halves leaning against one another. It could be dangerous. The two halves could collapse on top of her while she slept, but it looked as if they had been that way since time immemorial. She would probably be fine. She approached the broken boulder and saw a dark entrance in the crevice between the two halves, big enough to allow someone twice her size to get in. She crept inside, massive ears swiveling on her head and nose twitching; she didn’t want to be caught unawares. However, it seemed like no one was here.
The entrance sloped downward into a network of small tunnels that lead to small dens. Inside, dried grass and moss crunched underpaw. Old bedding. Someone had once made this place home, but their scent was nonexistent. Whoever had been here before was long gone. Ione lay down in one of the cool dens and went to sleep.
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the slow approach of the sun - by Shanksnout - June 14, 2019, 06:41 PM
RE: the slow approach of the sun - by Bat - June 17, 2019, 08:52 PM
RE: the slow approach of the sun - by Shanksnout - June 17, 2019, 09:16 PM
RE: the slow approach of the sun - by Bat - June 17, 2019, 09:57 PM
RE: the slow approach of the sun - by Shanksnout - June 17, 2019, 10:23 PM
RE: the slow approach of the sun - by Bat - June 17, 2019, 10:42 PM