Post by Angel on Jan 27, 2015 23:02:49 GMT -5
Through the cool dense mist moved a beautiful creature, an elegant white phantom weaving through the woods with the grace of a queen. Angel was in a brilliant mood today, her mind unusually calm and serene as she gazed at the landscape around her through thick rose-tinted glasses which made the gloomy woods look like a heavenly paradise. Today’s morning hunt had been very successful; the satisfied she wolf had brought back enough food to feed the entire pack, which happened to be a considerable accomplishment in their prey-deprived winter lands. To tell the truth, she had been struggling a bit lately due to the fact that the lone hunter in Descai was almost fully responsible for keeping seven wolves well-nourished.
Today was different though. The prey had almost walked straight into her paws, and as a result the hard-worked huntress could take the afternoon off in order to enjoy some peaceful wandering. Whatever god there was up above was looking down upon her, guiding the delicate femme’s soft pawsteps through the shadows as she meandered aimlessly between the eerily tall trees and over their thick gnarled roots.
Finally, Angel felt that it was time to come to a rest. Stunning sapphire optics lowered their focus from the sky – a stormy grey mass which was only just visible through the canopy – to scan the area she had found herself standing in. To many observers, this patch of forest would look like just about any other, holding no remarkable features to distinguish it from the surrounding land, and yet somehow to Angel this spot was special… holy even. So the pretty tundra sat herself down on the thick spongy leaf litter and waited – for what, she didn’t know, but her absently drifting mind didn’t care. She wouldn’t come down from her glorious high for some time yet, and until she did, anything and everything she saw and felt was perfect.
Ryker
