Swallow Swallet In Dying Sunlight

For @Nauja
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The planet was washed anew in the light of a setting sun. Gentle rays shining down through the leaves of towering trees. Casting his aimless path eastward in a warm glow of yellows and greens. Yet the sight - no matter how beautiful, was not in his interest. For he could hear the chatter of birds echoing against hard surfaces, a garbled tune. With it came the fainter noises of trickling water. A faraway sound that he struggled to pick out from the rest that came with the forest. It drew him near with its oddities. And as he broke across the treeline it stole away his breath with a soft gasp.

It was as if the earth itself had risen from its dormant slumber. Letting its solid dirt give way to crumbling darkness, all as it took to swallowing animals and plants alike in a catastrophic wake. His paws danced along the ground as he approached the lip of the chasm. Anticipation and a sense of giddiness flooded his system, tension forming in his muscles. Because he could imagine it. He could see and feel the rumbling quake as the planet came alive. And even now if the land had settled, remnants of the chaos preserved. His body quivered with energy as his fore paws teased the abrupt edge of the sinkhole. From its depths came an earthen scent, one that wafted upwards in great bellows of air. The planet was alive and breathing, no longer just a faraway hum that rattled on the insides of his bones. He gazed upon its glory with wild eyes, all while shaky breaths rattled in his chest. Threatening to make him do something drastic, he forced himself back. Away from the edge that told him to jump lest he never get another chance at it.

(This post was last modified: Apr 24, 2016, 12:39 AM by Flannery.)

omg so sorry for the wait. came at a time I was writing a paper and then the week came and @____@ oh well here goes nothing. still not used to Nauja

Nauja thanked her lucky stars that she was still so unused to this land and watched her every paw-step, else she might not have seen it.

For whatever reason, the thickly settled clouds over her heart had parted enough this morning that she felt motivated to go play pioneer in this otherwise uncharted territory. Her foray up north to the stunted trees had proved stimulating enough, if not entirely fruitful, and she expected she stood to gain just as much—if not more—from another venture. This time, though, she resolved to go no further than the last cedar, wishing to know the area she was meant to live in now rather than just the realm at large. There was still no interest in knowing that, for she was sure in a few months they would be well on their way back to the ocean. Still, the yellow-green light filtered through the wide, needled boughs of the trees and the alien bird songs in the canopies were entertainment enough for the woman. But her eyes were not on the lightly tossed tree limbs, just the dapples of light as her paws fumbled over root and slipped over years and layers of old, brown needles.

In this manner she had continued until suddenly there was no ground in front of her forepaw. Wided-eyed, the dark girl sprang back, a snarl on her face. The proximity of death was felt in full force, but she was unaware of how quickly she breathed. Instead, her head snapped up when she heard the rustle of movement on the other side of the gaping hole. Across the way there was a diminutive, plainly colored male. Young like her cousins. "You sure as hell can't find a dang hole out in the ocean," she began to say, directing the middle of a context-less conversation to the stranger, "Everyone out here loves this soil and trees, but I'm looking right here and there is apparently no guarantee there's even earth beneath your paws." She snorted. "Honestly." She would not admit to her curiosity.

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@Nauja

The talking startled him, a voice demanding his attention and breaking him from his reverie. Making his head whip towards the abrupt conversation, amber eyes focusing in on the darkly furred wolf. And without a pause he slunk forward, closer towards the she-wolf.

He picked out his path without care, paws skimming along the edge of the chasm. Almost daring the ground to give way or something to happen. But the moment never came, and the gap between him and the she-wolf came to a gradual close. He stopped some distance away from her, eyes focusing on the movement of her maw as she continued to ramble. His ears were pricked forward, a smirk forming on his features. There was a beat to her voice and he followed it, speaking not a moment later.

"You saying you prefer the boring ocean over this place?" His tone of voice was upbeat, even if argumentative for the hell of it. To him the ocean was just a big body of water. And in turn, she was wrong and weird. Why, it was almost as if she didn't like constant surprises and an unending bombardment to her senses. He frowned at her, the attempted expression ruined by the fact he couldn't stop smiling and his eyes were ablaze with mirth. All while his tail wagged a jaunty sway behind him.

(This post was last modified: May 04, 2016, 01:33 AM by Flannery.)

There is a rabbit's nest nearby. +1 Health

@Flannery sorry for the wait! graduation and moving out was very hectic :C finally settled now!

There was no "you talking to me?" nonsense about the boy, which was good. There was no one else about. She was clearly addressing him and so he came towards her. And jeez was this boy a dare-devil. Nauja's eyes swelled as she noted the mere centimeters between his paws and empty air. She wasn't sure she liked this—this intrepid tightrope walker or his grin.

"Uh yeah," she quipped back at him, the "uh" being less a marker of uncertainty and more a means of indicating her incredulity. How could one call the ocean boring when this was the land of Snoozefest. Trying lately to find a silver lining in things, she considered him with a tight-lipped expression: at least he was... friendly? Friendly didn't feel like the right word though. His tail swung left and right in a benign way, but there was something about that grin that was irksome.

"The sea plays fair when it's tryin' to kill ya, man. None of this 'surprise, motherfucker!', you know when the the sea's gunna kill ya." The surface would be wrinkled and white, the sky dark, and the salty air would blast in your face. Those were the days when there were no fish. But every day in Snoozefest Central was a day with no fish. "So yeah that's what I'm sayin'."

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