The mountains rose through a thick mist which netted against the trees like some kind of web, lending a chill which opposed the warmth of the transitioning shades in the trees. The earth was layered in these same colors—autumn having begun its descent, and the trees shedding the first of their layers as a wolf might blow their coat.
He came ambling along a clearly defined path; something which many prey and predator alike had traversed, and he did so with a lowered head, gathering the scents that lingered among the foliage. It was clear by now that there was a family living here. It must have been a good place to settle, given that he could discern some youthful scents among the hardier ones.
Scintilla was careful, always. He kept to himself, following the laws as they had been taught to him. He would keep outside of their boundaries—but skirt them, closely—as he made his way. There was a lightness to his movement, an ease to his posture. It did not show any intent to do harm nor any intent at all really, as he had no true direction.
He was a nomad, after all.
He came ambling along a clearly defined path; something which many prey and predator alike had traversed, and he did so with a lowered head, gathering the scents that lingered among the foliage. It was clear by now that there was a family living here. It must have been a good place to settle, given that he could discern some youthful scents among the hardier ones.
Scintilla was careful, always. He kept to himself, following the laws as they had been taught to him. He would keep outside of their boundaries—but skirt them, closely—as he made his way. There was a lightness to his movement, an ease to his posture. It did not show any intent to do harm nor any intent at all really, as he had no true direction.
He was a nomad, after all.
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beyond the heart city - by Scintilla - September 26, 2023, 04:06 PM
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