Cedarwood Forest simplicity

<blockquote>Late afternoon sunshine flowed in intricate streams through the treetops, kissing the forest floor tenderly and almost endearingly. And the forest was set alight - brilliant emeralds paired with the silky, flaxen quality of the sunlight. It was a fairly clear day, no clouds, no winds, no frustrations, no worries. Tall trees snaked their branches high into the sky, reaching for the sun, looming over the earth. Squirrels and other various woodland critters skittered through the trees, meandering from to and fro, filling the forest with the vibrant chatters of afternoon gossip.

Veldrin, however, treated this seemingly perfect day with <span class='word'>blithe</span> ignorance and indifference. He saw the beauty, he felt the warmth, he scented the delicate redolence of the forest. But that was all. It did not stir previously unknown feelings in his heart, it did not elicit a gasp from his regal face. The steel gray male merely treated this day like all days, for a day was still just a day no matter how brilliant the sunshine how depressing the rain how exuberant the forestland chattering. He viewed the world through his watchful, analytical - sometimes critical - gray blue eyes, and took this day in as he took in any other.

So, head held high, ears perked upwards - alert, always - he sat down at the foot of a tree to watch, to contemplate, to, perhaps, hunt down careless prey if the opportunity presented itself.</blockquote>

(This post was last modified: Jul 31, 2010, 05:13 PM by Veldrin.)

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It was planned that a mere passing of the land would be all that happened, for there was no real reason to stay in one place for very long, especially if one didn't have any reason to stay. A regal, elegant form padded through the forest, striking appearance allowing the dappled sunlight to slide across her pelt and tug through her fur, fingers trying to pull at her tail to keep her there. It was almost as if the breeze was whispering her name, over and over again, <i>"Murder, murder!"</i> she ignored the calls, letting herself continue on walking through the land, her soft yellow eyes gleaming in the beautiful sun. Her heart thudded quietly in her chest, beating to a rhythmn that was familiar yet new. She felt like she was being pulled forward, an invisible force carrying her straight. She knew this feeling, had felt it before and was used to it bringing her to places she normally wouldn't visit. It was something that had gotten her in horrible predicaments, but also let her learn things that if she didn't go, she wouldn't have learned until later on in life.

The afternoon seemed to breathe life in to the girl, she was itching to sink her paws into a place she had yet to visit, wanted to see a place that her eyes had never wandered upon. She was craving adventure, to <span class='word'>tarry</span> in one place would be useless when her paws were wanting the ache at the end of the day that was from a long day of traveling. Something told her that she would find adventure today, she wasn't sure if it was just her thoughts but it was a good feeling. She walked with grace in her steps, a grin on her face, her muscles craving to be pushed to their very limit. Murder wanted to let this desire overpower her and drive her wherever it wanted to be at the end of the day.

It didn't take long for another shape to be spotted in her eyes, and Murder let her body slink closer to the being, watching her step to make sure she didn't make any sound. After being raised as a spy, it had become instinct for her to walk in a way that didn't create any noise at all, and she was glad that her small stature could help her with that. The gray figure was male, big, and Murder felt herself a little intimidated by his size. She wasn't tiny, but she wasn't big, and even wolves that were slightly larger than her could end up intimdating her. She stood a ways away from him, her eyes wandering over him and trying to find out if he was dangerous. She set her rump on the ground, curling her tail over her paws like a cat would. She didn't speak, didn't move, she just sat there and eyed the boy.

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