night time, close to midnight with a full moon overhead, 55 ° F, 13 ° C @Spieden
A small white shape trudged quietly through the ominous. Fog enshrouded forest, the girl’s fur stood on edge as she moved, the occasional rustling of -something- made the usually brave wolf scared. Saradathia had been in many fights as her scarred body showed evidence of, but she wasn’t afraid to fight things she could see. Not here though, everything from the creaking branches overhead to the semi regular chirping of the crickets, something, that to the girl was completely unnatural as where she was from, such insect hadn’t existed. None of this should be real, it was all unnatural, trees this large, unable to see the sky through the thick and entangling canopy and the ever present fog. It felt as if the forest KNEW she was there, enticing her and entrapping her.
Her ears perked forward as the small wolf slowed down to a shuffle as she tried to navigate her way through the thick and clustered trees, while at the same time trying to avoid the unshakable feeling that she was being watched. Slowly the yearly made little progress, her silver gaze firmly locked on the ground before her, her rounded ears, one missing the upper half of itself strained to pick up any new sounds that might help guide the girl. So enveloped in her work, she failed to notice the wraith that had been conjured up, her last thoughts ended in a sudden and involuntary stentorian squeal as she with a mass of brown fur.
(This post was last modified: Sep 21, 2016, 06:36 PM by Saradathia.)