Post by Calantha on Jul 27, 2015 23:52:22 GMT -5
A slender frame cut sharply across the expanse of rock-littered earth, tail carried low behind her figure, large ears swiveling nervously atop her head. There was a distinct smell to the air that suggested an approaching downpour, and Calantha knew well enough that the weather during the summer was temperamental at best. Her legs moved swiftly, paws thumping lightly against the ground as she streaked towards the welcome sight of the caverns on the horizon, each step bringing her closer and closer to her haven. She’d been in the middle of hunting when she’d first scented it, and it had distracted her, allowing her prey to escape. Later, she thought as she moved, lips twisting wryly. I’d rather be dry and hungry than wet and fat. Truthfully she was not that hungry, having eaten earlier that morning, and yet she was sure that by the time the storm finished, she would be ready to hunt.
Thunder roared threateningly in the distance.
Fury, pure fury – that’s what this storm was made of, created from the rage of the Gods themselves it seemed. It had come on so suddenly; one minute the sky had been full of fat gray clouds that didn’t look too ominous, and then the wind had started, the sky darkening and unleashing a torrent of warm, furious rain that moved too fast to escape. Calantha had very nearly made it inside of the warm, welcoming caverns before the flood cascaded down upon her, plastering her fur to her lithe frame as she slipped into the dark cave, lightning illuminating the earth behind her. With a soft growl she sat just inside of the opening, yellow orbs occasionally flicking towards the lightning-streaked sky as she began to groom herself. Her thick tail trailed behind her, still and quickly fluffing again despite the slickness of the rest of her. When she’d licked as much of the excess water from her fur as she could, the coyote straightened, blinking slowly as the sound of thunder crashed above. Swiftly she sent a prayer to Izsyn, God of Thunder and Storms, thanking him for watering the earth and asking for a swift, safe tempest. Calantha knew without needing to be told that the wolves here on this land did not worship the same gods that her own tribe had, and yet still she kept faith, content with the possibility that her gods were not the only ones.
Slowly the time passed, and Calantha did not move, content to sit with her frame partially leaned against the rough cave wall, watching as the storm raged on.
Thunder roared threateningly in the distance.
Fury, pure fury – that’s what this storm was made of, created from the rage of the Gods themselves it seemed. It had come on so suddenly; one minute the sky had been full of fat gray clouds that didn’t look too ominous, and then the wind had started, the sky darkening and unleashing a torrent of warm, furious rain that moved too fast to escape. Calantha had very nearly made it inside of the warm, welcoming caverns before the flood cascaded down upon her, plastering her fur to her lithe frame as she slipped into the dark cave, lightning illuminating the earth behind her. With a soft growl she sat just inside of the opening, yellow orbs occasionally flicking towards the lightning-streaked sky as she began to groom herself. Her thick tail trailed behind her, still and quickly fluffing again despite the slickness of the rest of her. When she’d licked as much of the excess water from her fur as she could, the coyote straightened, blinking slowly as the sound of thunder crashed above. Swiftly she sent a prayer to Izsyn, God of Thunder and Storms, thanking him for watering the earth and asking for a swift, safe tempest. Calantha knew without needing to be told that the wolves here on this land did not worship the same gods that her own tribe had, and yet still she kept faith, content with the possibility that her gods were not the only ones.
Slowly the time passed, and Calantha did not move, content to sit with her frame partially leaned against the rough cave wall, watching as the storm raged on.
TAG: Rikez
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NOTES: Sucky opening post, it'll get better D;
WORDS: 432
NOTES: Sucky opening post, it'll get better D;