Turmeric had run as far as he could, until he could run no longer.
This world which had once been a place of majesty now seemed a hostile land. Every tree seemed to cry, their leaves falling like sunken tears. He sank into them, once he finally stopped running. They carried the colours of the Redsand, and of the blood being spilt in the Vale he had left. There was no way anyone could have survived the onslaught of Ursus. Even Nyra.
Turmeric didn't want to think about the others. He didn't want to think about that ugly, awful feeling that filled his belly with bile. He didn't want to think about those ugly, awful thoughts that filled his mind with ugly things whenever he thought about mom, and Ursus, and how he had run.
They had taken everything from him - and that made the ugly and the awful grow, and he didn't want to think. So instead, he buried himself into the thick layer of leaves, too tired to run any further.
The trees had cried their tears for him. He had none left to give. And he felt the ugly awful burning him up with something new.
This world which had once been a place of majesty now seemed a hostile land. Every tree seemed to cry, their leaves falling like sunken tears. He sank into them, once he finally stopped running. They carried the colours of the Redsand, and of the blood being spilt in the Vale he had left. There was no way anyone could have survived the onslaught of Ursus. Even Nyra.
Turmeric didn't want to think about the others. He didn't want to think about that ugly, awful feeling that filled his belly with bile. He didn't want to think about those ugly, awful thoughts that filled his mind with ugly things whenever he thought about mom, and Ursus, and how he had run.
They had taken everything from him - and that made the ugly and the awful grow, and he didn't want to think. So instead, he buried himself into the thick layer of leaves, too tired to run any further.
The trees had cried their tears for him. He had none left to give. And he felt the ugly awful burning him up with something new.
October 31, 2021, 05:25 PM
The leaf litter made it damn near impossible for her to hunt. It was pretty, seeing the leaves change colours, but once they fell they became a noisy nuisance. As usless to her as spring flowers, but apprecuated half as much.
Still, the thin layer of leaves sufficed as a distraction for her. With every step, she flicked her paws, sending a few leaves skittering away. So temporarily at least, she was given an outlet for her spite. The breeze lifted and sent a few leaves rippling before her, so she pounced after them in spite of herself. She snapped at them, the chopping sound of her mouth dull and percussive. When she whirled, the leaves were picked up and whirled with her.
Distracted, she took no notice of the young male covered in leaves nearby and continued to dance and lunge with the leaves as they sprawled around her.
Still, the thin layer of leaves sufficed as a distraction for her. With every step, she flicked her paws, sending a few leaves skittering away. So temporarily at least, she was given an outlet for her spite. The breeze lifted and sent a few leaves rippling before her, so she pounced after them in spite of herself. She snapped at them, the chopping sound of her mouth dull and percussive. When she whirled, the leaves were picked up and whirled with her.
Distracted, she took no notice of the young male covered in leaves nearby and continued to dance and lunge with the leaves as they sprawled around her.
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