Post by rosli on Sept 23, 2012 1:41:34 GMT -5
The rain was beginning to fall upon these lands. The rain drops large and productive to their cause. It was good for the lands, it would revive any parched plants and feed their cousins needy appetite. Plants were amazing creatures put on their earth. They fed the prey animals of the lands, but also posed as a remedy to ailing predators. They could sustain life, heal or hinder, and at times even cause death.
It was the death part that fascinated Rosli, it always had. As paws made their way through the now muddy lands, her thoughts drifted. Names of plants and their effects on the wolf body crossing her mind. Nightshade... The dainty female thought. It was one of her favorites, not only did it usually render the victim helpless as they suffered, it was potentially deadly. A small smirk played across her features.
These lands pleased her. The plant life was plentiful and therefore she could only assume that the prey was as well. It also made these lands very resourceful, the plant life that is. Rosli had yet to see any wolves yet, and could only guess that they had taken shelter during the inclement weather. The small female could only hope that she would soon find someone to keep her company. After all Kalic was no longer with her, she needed a new protector and friend to keep her company. Someone to wrap her flirtatious self around and get them to do her bidding.
The rain began to fall with more ferocious, causing the small female to flatten her ears and narrow her emerald gaze. Pausing beneath a small shrub, Rosli glanced around for cover. A clap of thunder shaking the lands, as lightening lite up the dark and gloomy night. In the flash a opening presented itself to the fragile looking female. The heavy rainfall soaked through her mahogany colored fur, chilling her core temperature a bit as her body heat escaped.
Entering the dark cavern, her dark emerald gaze glancing around to check for occupants. The shelter from the rain was relief, but she knew she would have to take cover from the breeze and attempt to dry herself. Giving her mahogany and black pelt a thorough shake, Rosli looked for cover. The females gaze fell upon a large stalagmite and with a huff she knew it was going to be a long and cold night. Settling behind the pillar the delicately built female began to run her tongue through her fur, to get the excess water from it. Thunder storms did not bother, her but the lack of company was beginning to grind on her nerves. Rosli was after all, a rather sociable wolf.