Carry the dust
Jan 30, 2015 0:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Jan 30, 2015 0:03:08 GMT -5
I HEARD SOMEONE SAY
THAT SHE'S HONEST AND GOOD
Gingerly skirting a large piece of debris, Eos’ halting footsteps brought her around in a fair amount of time. The incessant movement was bizarrely ritualistic despite the very nature of it being jerky and disjointed. She appeared to struggle through mire even though there was none nearby, just her own inability to move like a well-oiled machine. Despite this, she never viewed herself as having any difficulty in maneuvering through life. Eos was unaware that anything might seem out of the norm. Leander never pointed it out, neither had Tzafar. Due to both of these reasons she was a well-rounded dog despite her repetitious behavior. It came as no surprise that because of this she was heads and tails above many of the youth that had trained amongst the Badai’s ranks.
That was not to say that Eos picked fights, far from it. She was relatively consistent in her refusal to start fights, engaging rather in sparring instead. Fights were reserved for instances of danger, to herself or her brother. Leander might be bulkier, therefore stronger, but Eos had the mind of a fighter whereas he seemed to dislike it.
Kekoa was beginning to quiet down in the aftermath of the blustering wind. She had ventured forth to find the surrounding area much calmer, even if the trees still rustled eerily as though they were still being uprooted. The world seemed strangely at peace, despite the brutality it had just gone through. Great scars dotted the landscape with gouges or broken trees and limbs.
She had hoped that clean up would be easy but looking at the devastation around her she realized that perhaps it was going to be more arduous than she had first perceived. Regardless, she would start by scouting the area. It wasn’t necessarily for injured dogs, rather for more injured landscape. If she was required, she would report back but she would go to Mayella rather than her father. Even if Atticus seemed nice enough he was still the leader and therefore she felt he was more responsible for breaking up her home, and thusly Lamora’s sudden action against them, so she politely avoided too much interaction. He rarely left the mansion so Eos hardly had to skirt his presence.
The garden was largely untouched due to greater fields of flowers. The smattering of branches were from trees at the garden’s edge, strewn far and wide by the unhealthy distribution of gusts. The sun was incapable of peeking beyond the low hanging steel clouds, enshrouding her in light cover. It was cooler than usual for this time of year, strongly correlating to the storm they had just weathered. Eos liked this expression of fall, finding the temperatures comfortable against her skin.
// Closed for spookHER NAME IS NO ONE, NO ONE