Under a dying sun
Feb 12, 2015 22:31:44 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Feb 12, 2015 22:31:44 GMT -5
I HEARD SOMEONE SAY
THAT SHE'S HONEST AND GOOD
Under the freshly fallen snow there were several tracks. One was from Leander and the other, in multiples, was Eos'. Every footstep was halting, creating more than one track per step. If they were being followed in any capacity their tracker would more than likely assume more than two, but the scent of only two would be confusing to even the most seasoned scout.
It was very unlikely they were being followed and therefore the particularly strict caution that they kept to was disregarded for this bit of fun, frolicking through the snow as though they were but young pups once again. They had played in the snow quite often as youngsters but once they had reached an older age they were thrust into a life that neither of them wanted, nor particularly enjoyed. Eos had never been particularly enraptured with sullying herself in favor of a fight that would scar her — she loved to spar and would fight if she needed to, but otherwise she contented herself with the peaceful lifestyle that she and Leander had found. They would find their niche, no matter how long it would be.
Stopping several times, Eos looked for the perfect place to actually stay. She surveyed this latest area with an artful intent in mind. It looked brilliant, cascading snow falling in gentle waves with the high slopes of hills covered in fine blankets. She eyed the trees with great interest before turning to the snow underfoot. The cold worked its way between her toes and up her legs, chilling her to the core.
Despite that she found great comfort in the knowledge that she was alive as opposed to one of Lamora’s casualties. Drawing her paw against the subtle slope she began to cradled snow closer to her other leg until it covered the top of her foot. “What-what-what can we make-mak-make-make-make?” Her gaze returned itself to Leander’s profile with great interest while her toes still curled absently in the snow.
// closed for PeregrineHER NAME IS NO ONE, NO ONE