December 28, 2019, 02:14 PM
Amita isn’t having too bad of a day today, rather she’d say it’s going quite nice. She caught a rabbit, ate it. Went to Lake Rodney and had a few sips of that deliciously fresh mountain water. It made her teeth chatter when the freezing water hit her canines and slid down her throat.
She’s made her way up the river towards Nocturne Summit, the towering mountain looking brutal as usual. Though she’s nimble enough to traverse the the terrain with a decent amount of ease that could put some wolves to shame. The snow of course only makes it more of a challenge; she enjoys a good challenge especially when the possibility of falling to her death is presented. Gives the task a nice little edge and a good blood rush that makes her fur stand on end.
She treks up the mountain, going from ledge to ledge. The crystal white snowflakes fall lazily upon her raven pelt, sitting neatly atop her back and head. Her breath plumes into mist as her tongue hangs out to pant from over exertion.
She hasn’t taken a break in quite some time she notes. Shaking her coat of the blanket of snow collecting on her back she gazes out into the surrounding environment. “Absolutely beautiful.” She whispers to herself. Her golden eyes taking in the scenery; darting every which way.
Then out of the corner of her eye she spots something moving, she fixes her gaze upon the object. Squinting in an attempt to make out the shape, she decides it’s another animal. Fairly large in size. A bear? She wonders to herself. Then she notices the honey color of the animals pelt, sure she’s seen bears that color but only in the summer when the rays of sun lighten their coats. She tilts her head questionably, then a devious smile plays on her face; she’s bored she decides.
Aero has a knack for playing with things she’s usually not supposed to play with and–boy–does she never learn. Her small size has been known to be both advantageous and disadvantages. Though that combined with her quick and nimble feet she’s usually untouchable. So she begins on a straight path towards this new being. Her paws carry her across the mountains surface. Amita’s tongue sticks out to pant hot breath into the cold winter sky. Her black and grey coat contrasts starkly with the white snow around her, she’s also moving quite fast so she’s not going to be surprised if she alerts it. She can’t find it in her to really care all that much; she wants to play.
A smile is still riddling her face when she stops herself a good distance away and is finally able to see that it’s another wolf. A big wolf, male too by the smell of it. She stands on a mountain ledge, large ears pointed in his direction just watching to see what he’s doing. Her small form and fox like features always get her misconstrued with food, but hopefully (or perhaps not) he can tell the difference. But that’s not always fun.
She’s made her way up the river towards Nocturne Summit, the towering mountain looking brutal as usual. Though she’s nimble enough to traverse the the terrain with a decent amount of ease that could put some wolves to shame. The snow of course only makes it more of a challenge; she enjoys a good challenge especially when the possibility of falling to her death is presented. Gives the task a nice little edge and a good blood rush that makes her fur stand on end.
She treks up the mountain, going from ledge to ledge. The crystal white snowflakes fall lazily upon her raven pelt, sitting neatly atop her back and head. Her breath plumes into mist as her tongue hangs out to pant from over exertion.
She hasn’t taken a break in quite some time she notes. Shaking her coat of the blanket of snow collecting on her back she gazes out into the surrounding environment. “Absolutely beautiful.” She whispers to herself. Her golden eyes taking in the scenery; darting every which way.
Then out of the corner of her eye she spots something moving, she fixes her gaze upon the object. Squinting in an attempt to make out the shape, she decides it’s another animal. Fairly large in size. A bear? She wonders to herself. Then she notices the honey color of the animals pelt, sure she’s seen bears that color but only in the summer when the rays of sun lighten their coats. She tilts her head questionably, then a devious smile plays on her face; she’s bored she decides.
Aero has a knack for playing with things she’s usually not supposed to play with and–boy–does she never learn. Her small size has been known to be both advantageous and disadvantages. Though that combined with her quick and nimble feet she’s usually untouchable. So she begins on a straight path towards this new being. Her paws carry her across the mountains surface. Amita’s tongue sticks out to pant hot breath into the cold winter sky. Her black and grey coat contrasts starkly with the white snow around her, she’s also moving quite fast so she’s not going to be surprised if she alerts it. She can’t find it in her to really care all that much; she wants to play.
A smile is still riddling her face when she stops herself a good distance away and is finally able to see that it’s another wolf. A big wolf, male too by the smell of it. She stands on a mountain ledge, large ears pointed in his direction just watching to see what he’s doing. Her small form and fox like features always get her misconstrued with food, but hopefully (or perhaps not) he can tell the difference. But that’s not always fun.
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The world's a roller coaster, and I am not strapped in - by Eastwood - December 24, 2019, 10:53 AM
RE: The world's a roller coaster, and I am not strapped in - by Aero - December 28, 2019, 02:14 PM
RE: The world's a roller coaster, and I am not strapped in - by Eastwood - January 07, 2020, 10:47 PM
RE: The world's a roller coaster, and I am not strapped in - by Aero - January 13, 2020, 06:11 PM