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I feel it in the bones - Skylark - Mar 15, 2018
Please forgive me @Anaeia
The forest couldn’t possibly get any creepier, that, the small wolf was absolutely positive of. Well, that was the yearling’s hope anyways. So far. She seemed to be doing alrighty, her paws crunching loudly across the snow as she trekked through the very creepy forest. Barren, snow laden branches drooped like gnarled claws, tugging and tickling the earthen colored female’s already bedraggled pelt. Twigs, burrs and various other fragments of the land’s flora called the she wolf’s pelt home for now.
“Come on….come on…” Skylark murmured to herself, she had been traveling through what should have only been a shortcut through the woods. Back in her old home, she had used this type of tactic very often, and it usually ended up with her getting lost for days on end. A groan escaped her blackened muzzle as she realized rather quickly that history was going to repeat itself. Skylark paused, she stood behind a rather twisted looking tree, her head cocked to the side as she muttered “Hoped it woulda worked this- WHAT THE FLUFF!?” her train of thought interrupted as she turned around the tree into a literal field of bones, spewing her favorite curse word with a rather loud shout.
All around, the gristly clearing rested a scenes straight out of the girl’s worst nightmares, and she had some pretty strange ones. Bleached, colorless bones of vastly different descriptions laid discarded all around. Skylark gagged loudly as she took another step forward, horrified and yet she felt an odd compulsion to trek further into the hellish landscape, a feeling that she should have learned by now, was rather bad for her health. A loud whine escaped as her nose twitched, some of the skulls were hard to see under the snow, she placed a pa forward, landing on a rather sharp rib bone and yelping “It BIT ME! FLUFF, IT’S STILL ALIVE! BUT DEAD TOO! BUT IT BIT ME” She scrambled backwards, snow kicking up and dusting Skylark’s pelt as she fearfully pressed her back against a dead tree’s base, raising her fore paw up and frantically searching for the interrupted bite mark.
RE: I feel it in the bones - Anaeia - Mar 18, 2018
Crossing the terrain was no issue for the canine, and even when she had caught another voice on the wind she simply continued onward. The average individual tended to speak to themselves, and so it was of no importance to the young woman to investigate or concern herself with the dribble. But as she was moving further from that voice, it suddenly rose and was in a panic. This was where the contagious curiosity began to form. A single ear swinging back to listen and body following suit in a single motion. Surely it could not have been attacked, or else the voice would not have been able to form words.
In no real urgency, the female strode towards the source of the commotion, tail giving a single flick behind. Nostrils flared while gathering scents, a breeze shifting to bring a new mix quickly over the previous. In annoyance, her eyes narrowed, but she continued onward till the scent of another began to creep into her nose. Over a small hill with a tree root atop, she perched herself on his and gazed down into the little 'valley' to find a field of bones and a wold pressed against a tree.
@Skylark (a little rusty >.>)