Hush Meadow closer to the sun

Ever since he had arrived in this place Ridge had this nagging, annoying feeling deep in his gut. It clawed hungrily at his insides, trying desperately to tell him something, but the boy was not listening. He was tired, he was hungry, and he needed to find somewhere to rest his weary paws temporarily. Just long enough for him to catch up on his sleep and maybe find something to eat. Hell, he’d even accept vulture food right now. He was far too hungry to be picky about his meals. However, his hunger was his own fault, as he put the miles beneath his feet ahead of the meat inside his stomach.

He travelled as though he had somewhere to be, but Ridge did not know where he was headed. He hoped that if he kept moving that something would become familiar, but the static where his memories should be remained.

A meadow opened up before him, the remaining snow of winter crunching beneath his toes as he continued forward. It was quiet here—which made the static in his head that much louder—and would suffice as a resting place until his paws were ready to keep moving. A heavy sigh rolled off his tongue as he sunk against the frozen ground, his legs folding clumsily beneath him. He could practically hear his paws screaming their relief as he allowed the silence to consume him. Another sigh came; this time it was a sigh of relief.

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2021, 03:17 AM by Sachiel.)

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others

Being alone wasn't so bad, though by now it was pretty damn obvious that Treva had wandered off on her own merry way. Like whatever, Marian wasn't too torn up about it but it did sting a little to know that she hadn't thought to say goodbye. Or even let Marian know where she wanted to head after this...here, the Lore wasn't living up to her expectations for sure. She'd wanted something from this place, a mystery to solve or a legacy to retread but thus far she'd found shit all to make it worth her while. Azra had been a dud and the Edge was lonely, inconceivably so.

She stood in the wide open expanse of what probably was a meadow come warmer weather and amongst all the white it wasn't hard to spot the tawny figure slumped down the floor. He looked mopey...that seemed to be a common trend around here. She let out a huff from between her teeth and approached the guy, brazen heat and all, ignoring it like a stinky fart.

"Usually I'd say something smart and poke fun at you but...it's one of those days, ain't it?"

His solitude, much to his disappointment, was short-lived.

He had heard, and smelled, the female before she spoke and disrupted the silence that engulfed him. And he had chosen to ignore her; unfortunately, she had not done the same. He swallowed a heavy sigh that threatened to spill past his lips and instead pushed himself into a lazy sit, his mismatched gaze turning toward his intruder.

She stuck out like a sore tail against their stark white surroundings, but so did he. Mostly because he did not belong here but she… she looked like a local. Uh, yeah, he started, a small frown creasing his tawny features as he studied the girl, sure. Every day had been one of those days. Ridge had just accepted that it was what is was. He was not sure he would ever get his memory back… or if he even wanted it back anymore.

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2021, 03:18 AM by Sachiel.)

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

x

ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others