September 20, 2019, 10:32 PM
The rumblings of the earth were not limited to the Teekon Wild. Even she had felt them stirring in the south, and when a massive quake threatened the lives of the small pack she had been running with, it splintered to pieces. Miyax did not think twice about the wolves she had left behind. As loyal as she had been to them and as connected as she had been to them, her own wellfare came first. So when she felt the after-effects of another quake she started to run and did not stop unless she absolutely had to.
It felt good to have the wind in her fur. Were it not for the burning in her lungs or the veiled panic that forced her to keep a dogged pace she would have enjoyed the sojourn to the north. It was like hunting—except she was the prey and it was the ground beneath her feet that wished to catch and bury her. By the time Miyax was at her physical limit she had crossed in to the Wilds and was lingering—and panting—within the safety of a forest. It did not occur to her that the forest might be more dangerous during this unstable moment in the terrain's history.
The cooling sensation of shadows as they crossed over her was welcomed. Her lungs ached; her heart was still thundering, the muscles of her fattened haunches giving an occasional quiver. There was no birdsong, and the thundering of the pulse in her ears served to overwhelm all other noises. As her pulse began to decrease and regulate she thought she heard something—but, being a primitive creature, she did not link the sounds to words. Still, it was something new to focus on and Miyax was eager to move on with her life.
Perhaps it was food? Or merely her imagination. Either way, she began to sniff the earth and root around among the sycamores for signs of life.
It felt good to have the wind in her fur. Were it not for the burning in her lungs or the veiled panic that forced her to keep a dogged pace she would have enjoyed the sojourn to the north. It was like hunting—except she was the prey and it was the ground beneath her feet that wished to catch and bury her. By the time Miyax was at her physical limit she had crossed in to the Wilds and was lingering—and panting—within the safety of a forest. It did not occur to her that the forest might be more dangerous during this unstable moment in the terrain's history.
The cooling sensation of shadows as they crossed over her was welcomed. Her lungs ached; her heart was still thundering, the muscles of her fattened haunches giving an occasional quiver. There was no birdsong, and the thundering of the pulse in her ears served to overwhelm all other noises. As her pulse began to decrease and regulate she thought she heard something—but, being a primitive creature, she did not link the sounds to words. Still, it was something new to focus on and Miyax was eager to move on with her life.
Perhaps it was food? Or merely her imagination. Either way, she began to sniff the earth and root around among the sycamores for signs of life.
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she’s worth more than she realizes - by RIP Praimfaya - September 18, 2019, 01:53 PM
RE: she’s worth more than she realizes - by Miyax - September 20, 2019, 10:32 PM
RE: she’s worth more than she realizes - by RIP Praimfaya - September 21, 2019, 03:33 AM
RE: she’s worth more than she realizes - by Miyax - September 21, 2019, 11:31 AM
RE: she’s worth more than she realizes - by RIP Praimfaya - September 22, 2019, 05:27 AM