Post by rayne on Mar 2, 2011 21:24:19 GMT -5
Rayne parted her maw and exposed her fleshy, pink tongue to the brisk air that surrounded the still meadow. She enjoyed the cooling affect that it had on her dry maw. Leaning forward she allowed her muscle to graze over the ticklish tendrils of grass that poked at her cream toes and soft underbelly. Odd, she thought as she licked her lips, this grass tastes nothing like the grass I use to sleep on when I shared a den with Islae. The memory of her teacher and of her teacher's coal colored eyes suddenly flooded Rayne's sight with dark and sinister images. They blinded her momentarily, then in a flash of blinding white light the images were gone. Chills ran down the sides her spine and her breathing became uneven. The only way she could comfort herself was to lay her head on the ground and to breathe very, very, very slowly. It was difficult to remember and even more difficult to remind herself how raw and torn her emotions actually were.
"Oh Dursan," she sighed shutting her eyes and pressing her slender frame closer to the earth. Why was life so unfair? Why couldn't it have been her? Why!
The forcefulness of her mind's voice startled Rayne so much that she bolted upright onto her haunches with an expression of pure fear. Her eyelids flew wide open and she took a moment to shake her head hoping that it would clear Dursan from her thoughts. This wasn't the time for reverie. It wouldn't do her sanity any good to grieve over the Grey brute's murder. Life was about moving on, accepting fate and to go willingly into the heavens to rest with your ancestors among the stars. This was Dursan's fate and nothing, not even her thoughts could change that; it was hopeless and foolish to think otherwise. Right now she needed to focus on something very important: finding a place to call her own. The meadow lacked the kind of shelter that a young femme needed to feel safe. It was too open; too exposed. "But it is pretty."
Maybe getting up and looking for some herbs will calm me down. Yes. I'll do just that. Rayne rose to all fours, bent her spine to relieve some of her stress and with a spring in her step she moved away from the flattened strands of grass that cradled her imprint providing other loners with the knowledge that she was nearby.