She came from over the cliffs.
Her golden form, travel wear and ragged, slipped over the edge of the sheer cliffs as the sun hit the horizon. Above, a beautiful, chaotic light display, the sun's last battle before it was bested by the night. Vibrant reds, golds, and fiery oranges created a spectacular colour palette that faded by the moment as it's creator slipped away.
The woman's fur was wild, a beautiful golden tawny slicked up in places to reveal the grey base coat. As always, she looked like she had just walked through a storm, and yet, possessed a wild, chaotic beauty to her. Storm grey eyes issued a challenge to the new land before her, land that had yet to be tamed by her path. Before her, a mountain range, stretching out to the horizon, to her right, a distant corpse of trees, around her, flatlands, and beneath her paws, the rocky ground she had just arrived on. Behind her, lay hundreds of miles of travel, mountains climbed, rivers swum, forests navigated. And she would do just the same here, though she now had a goal. To long had she been alone, and it was a band she sought. Not one to join, for she was no follower. One to lead.
But first, she had much to do. She would explore these lands, judge them on their worthiness to carry her home. She was a traveller, a wanderer, at heart, this would prove no boring endeavour. She needed to find those like her, ones she could trust and gain respect from.
But now, she stood, watching the flatlands, standing a moment at the top of the cliff she had just conquered. When, after a moment, her breath returned, the creature composed of storm clouds begun to move. She settled into a lope, a steady run across the Downs flat and clear. There was a simple, primal delight in this running across a land that had never before felt the drum of her paws. She was an arrow, shooting straight across the Downs, true in her direction.
She settled into a steady rhythm, the drum of her paws a comfort, mind wiped clean as she simply ran.
Her golden form, travel wear and ragged, slipped over the edge of the sheer cliffs as the sun hit the horizon. Above, a beautiful, chaotic light display, the sun's last battle before it was bested by the night. Vibrant reds, golds, and fiery oranges created a spectacular colour palette that faded by the moment as it's creator slipped away.
The woman's fur was wild, a beautiful golden tawny slicked up in places to reveal the grey base coat. As always, she looked like she had just walked through a storm, and yet, possessed a wild, chaotic beauty to her. Storm grey eyes issued a challenge to the new land before her, land that had yet to be tamed by her path. Before her, a mountain range, stretching out to the horizon, to her right, a distant corpse of trees, around her, flatlands, and beneath her paws, the rocky ground she had just arrived on. Behind her, lay hundreds of miles of travel, mountains climbed, rivers swum, forests navigated. And she would do just the same here, though she now had a goal. To long had she been alone, and it was a band she sought. Not one to join, for she was no follower. One to lead.
But first, she had much to do. She would explore these lands, judge them on their worthiness to carry her home. She was a traveller, a wanderer, at heart, this would prove no boring endeavour. She needed to find those like her, ones she could trust and gain respect from.
But now, she stood, watching the flatlands, standing a moment at the top of the cliff she had just conquered. When, after a moment, her breath returned, the creature composed of storm clouds begun to move. She settled into a lope, a steady run across the Downs flat and clear. There was a simple, primal delight in this running across a land that had never before felt the drum of her paws. She was an arrow, shooting straight across the Downs, true in her direction.
She settled into a steady rhythm, the drum of her paws a comfort, mind wiped clean as she simply ran.
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She came from over the cliffs - by Aglæca - August 02, 2016, 03:45 PM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Zephyr Maverick - August 02, 2016, 05:12 PM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Aglæca - August 03, 2016, 07:21 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Zephyr Maverick - August 03, 2016, 07:40 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Aglæca - August 03, 2016, 07:48 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Zephyr Maverick - August 03, 2016, 08:18 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Aglæca - August 03, 2016, 10:05 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Zephyr Maverick - August 03, 2016, 10:17 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Aglæca - August 03, 2016, 11:09 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Zephyr Maverick - August 03, 2016, 11:25 AM
RE: She came from over the cliffs - by Aglæca - August 03, 2016, 01:39 PM