ͅ͏Reminiscence (Open)
Jun 28, 2016 23:09:28 GMT -6
Post by Relairah on Jun 28, 2016 23:09:28 GMT -6
The height of nighttime and the moon at its fullest, its pale light casting a glow over the gently wavering grasses. The whisper of wind toying its way through the trees and echoing the softest songs of those that did not rest in the darkness. The peace and tranquility disturbed only by the sounds of crickets and other chatter fading in and out in its own rhythm. This, the space separating the world of the wolf from the world of the human villages as calm as a no-man's land in a human war and nearly never disturbed by the two different cultures that took life within this encompassing territory. The tree line promised a dense forest beyond that lead to all manner of beasts and the field stretching before that forest was filled with thick green and wildflowers. One particular human village lay past somewhat of a pathway and though they lived near that field and treeline, they stayed away from it unless one of the human hunters sought food for the village.
She sat steadily on one of the lower branches of one of the trees at the edge of the forest, her gaze having already absorbed what was to see of the field and wildflowers and the dim torchlights of the human village some distance away. She had seen it before countless times and there wasn't much new to take in this night. One leg was propped up on the branch, her arm resting against her knee, while the other leg dangled carefreely and swung lazily back and forth. Her form was halfway between a wolf's and a human's. Depending on where she found herself, she often chose one or the other. But it seemed tonight, she was content to choose neither. Short silver hair tinted with strands of blue swayed about her angled face with the whispering wind and two blue studs glinted in the moonlight. A pale top covered her figure and connected to a pale skirt reaching to mid-thigh. Her feet were dressed in tall boots, also silver in color. Silvery wolfish ears were perked atop her head and a long bushy tail hung lazily over the branch on which she sat. Large pale wings tinted with blue were tucked gently against her person, and her startling blue eyes flecked with silver gazed pensively at the silver crystal resting in her hands.
So much had happened in these lands surrounding her. And yet so much remained unchanged. In some ways. And others had changed so drastically. She thought of one in particular who she wondered if she'd meet again. Cercius. But she pushed him from her mind as she often did. Her gaze rose and her lips parted. Could the night not simply carry on endlessly?
She sat steadily on one of the lower branches of one of the trees at the edge of the forest, her gaze having already absorbed what was to see of the field and wildflowers and the dim torchlights of the human village some distance away. She had seen it before countless times and there wasn't much new to take in this night. One leg was propped up on the branch, her arm resting against her knee, while the other leg dangled carefreely and swung lazily back and forth. Her form was halfway between a wolf's and a human's. Depending on where she found herself, she often chose one or the other. But it seemed tonight, she was content to choose neither. Short silver hair tinted with strands of blue swayed about her angled face with the whispering wind and two blue studs glinted in the moonlight. A pale top covered her figure and connected to a pale skirt reaching to mid-thigh. Her feet were dressed in tall boots, also silver in color. Silvery wolfish ears were perked atop her head and a long bushy tail hung lazily over the branch on which she sat. Large pale wings tinted with blue were tucked gently against her person, and her startling blue eyes flecked with silver gazed pensively at the silver crystal resting in her hands.
So much had happened in these lands surrounding her. And yet so much remained unchanged. In some ways. And others had changed so drastically. She thought of one in particular who she wondered if she'd meet again. Cercius. But she pushed him from her mind as she often did. Her gaze rose and her lips parted. Could the night not simply carry on endlessly?