Oak Tree Bend Gravity

Set at twilight. RE: A meteor shower overtakes the sky!

The girl’s bones ached all over. Momma said it was because they were growing but Ayla didn’t understand why it had to hurt so bad. It felt like the day after she had a hard play session with Mabel or Corsair, the soreness in her muscles, but everywhere. Not only that, but lately she’d been getting made fun of by her sister because of her pelt. While her siblings had stayed a fluffy white with some colors mixed in here and there the youngest Donata had burst into all the colors of the sunset it seemed. She was a kaleidoscope of reds, creams, greys, browns, and blacks. If you could name the color it would likely her pelt possessed it. And she hated it. It made her stand out from the rest when all Ayla wanted to do was blend in. Mabel’s eyes had morphed into a warm brown and Corsair’s into a soft green, yet the redheaded girl’s had hardened into an intense gold. Everything about her was in your face, which was quite the opposite of her true personality. Quiet, mellow, and colorless.]

When she decided she was tired of her sibling’s antics she had a tendency to venture off on her own. She liked to listen to the sound that the wind made in the tree branches, the singing of the birds, and most importantly the silence that stretched between her and the world around her. The silence void of speech. There was a favorite spot she had, a clearing beneath the giant oak trees where the branches didn’t quite reach all the way across to tangle leaves with that of their brothers. It left an opening to the sky and it was beneath this opening that she liked to lay, sprawled out on her back with her paws tucked close to her chest. She’d watch the clouds roll by and see the lights play on the colors of the earth, enhancing them in their brilliant hues. Sometimes it felt like everything was so bright that maybe she didn’t stand out as much anymore. Like she could simply melt into the warm earth.

The temperature was cooling into the hours of twilight, the time when the sun set and painted the atmosphere in the colors of the girl’s pelt. She liked to think that if she could float up there that she could blend in perfectly. As she stared lazily upward a bright streak raced across the sky. Her brows pulled together in confusion and she blinked, sure that it must have been a trick of her eyes. When multiple minutes passed and she didn’t see another pull the same trick she was sure she had been wrong, until another passed by. As the minutes stretched on the streaks increased their numbers and she rolled to her paws, head tilted back and jaws slack in awe. What in the world was it?

(This post was last modified: Aug 20, 2017, 05:09 PM by Ayla.)

The brute loved pups they were so moldable, he could infect their minds at a young age, plants seeds that would hatch years later, he was a patient wolf, time was his reward not his enemy. He knew not to scare the pups though then the seed may not plant. This new pack of his had a litter of them, not that he had met any yet, or many of the other pack members for that matter, he excuse would be, he was building a den, a cubby between a fallen tree beside a rock where he was hanging herbs to dry and skulls and sticks to decorate his small patch of home within his packs home. On his way back to his den he noted a small movement, it as one of the pups, perhaps she... He scented the air, yes she.. was lost?

So he watched this with his crystal blue eyes, odd to most wolves but not to him for he rarely seen what his eyes looked like, since he very rarely went near water but to slake his thirst and even then it was usually a puddle not a water source large enough to reflect upon him what he looked like. He didn't care either, for he's pelt held tiny clumps of matts laden through out it, and tiny sticks and things hung in random places.

He realized he was standing still as a statue frozen in time watching her possibly sleep, soon she moved and he let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding, he watched her attention go to the sky and the brute looked up too, unable to ignore her childlike wonders ahhh he chuckled, Someone has angered the gods...

@Zev I've just picked her up so I'm not sure if you had plans for this thread beforehand. Sorry for the wait!

Have a little faith in me

Ayla Donata

The laugh was unexpected and the girl startled, her heart pounding in her chest as she rolled from her back to her belly practically hugging the earth. She was close to the den, all it would take was a shriek to draw her parents or other members of the Bend, but she also knew this far into the territory there should only be members of the pack. She gave a tentative sniff and then stopped herself. She recognised this musty scent from the borders where @Mabel had crossed over and the russet spots over her eyes pinched together in a frown. So it wasn't a stranger, just another member of the pack.

Getting her breathing under control again she managed a pout. "Y'shouldn' go sneakin' up on people y'know!" She tried her best to impersonate her mother's stern expression, but it was quick to slip from her face as she reconsidered his words. Of course she had heard other memebers of the pack mutter about such things before but it never quite caught her attention like it did when the stinky man mentioned they were angry. She suddenly found herself overcome with curiousity. "What are they? And why would they be angry? What do streaky stars have to do with them?" Her rapid fire questions were punctuated with a tilt of her head.