Post by mabelle on Aug 13, 2012 10:19:08 GMT -5
Mabelle had once again managed to sneak away from the Forsíða Tré. Lies were not something she’d planned on becoming fluent in, but they starting rolling off her tongue as soon as she found it hard to keep her energies focused on learning to heal, practice her wind powers, or recite lullabies to sing to pups. Once outside the Tree, Mabelle shivered as a bitter and still air engulfed her. Inside with the company of others, she hadn’t realized the Tree had been sheltering her from the occasional cooler days as the Fall approached. “Ooh,” she whispered to herself, her shining eyes looking up to the light grey skies. “I might just find something new today!” Putting her best foot forward (which, to her, was both forepaws hitting the ground in a lightning-fast takeoff), Mabelle set out to the Råtten Forest.
It didn’t take long for her to venture far enough into land she didn’t know; older wolves had usually stopped her before she could get too far. And for good reason. Out in the Råtten, griffins flew overhead, their appetites settling for nothing less than a naïve wolf looking at the ground rather than keeping wary eyes on the skies. Mabelle weaved in and out of trees at a careless pace, her muzzle shoving aside strange flowers and leaves, her head only raising when a peculiar sound or two caught her attention. Trotting deeper and deeper into the forest (and growing colder and colder), Mabelle began to nearly shove her nose into the hardening dirt trying to catch scents.
“Huh?” Well, that was certainly a smell of a different kind. She pondered out loud, “I wonder what this could be…” After scratching at the general area of ground with a paw, Mabelle then lowered herself onto her belly and sniffed again. The scent didn’t make her fearful, so it couldn’t be a griffin or other predator. It didn’t sound like any of the Enclave sentries—they probably didn’t venture this far out, anyway –but it was certainly a wolf. Getting to her feet and shaking her coat of the dirt, dust, and pollen, Mabelle turned her nose to the air. Channeling her energies, she directed the chill winds to her nostrils to help her identify this smell. Now that she was focusing on it, she realized it was a little bit everywhere!
“Hello?” The young Lupus hadn’t learned the important bits of keeping low and silent around other wolves, especially ones she did not know. Degrees of relation was of no importance to Mabelle, she just wanted to know who—or what—this creature was. Maybe it was a Sennyo, the winged wolves she’d heard stories of but never seen! Or even a Yagi, with horns that adorned their bodies. Mabelle was excited to find this mystery being.
It didn’t take long for her to venture far enough into land she didn’t know; older wolves had usually stopped her before she could get too far. And for good reason. Out in the Råtten, griffins flew overhead, their appetites settling for nothing less than a naïve wolf looking at the ground rather than keeping wary eyes on the skies. Mabelle weaved in and out of trees at a careless pace, her muzzle shoving aside strange flowers and leaves, her head only raising when a peculiar sound or two caught her attention. Trotting deeper and deeper into the forest (and growing colder and colder), Mabelle began to nearly shove her nose into the hardening dirt trying to catch scents.
“Huh?” Well, that was certainly a smell of a different kind. She pondered out loud, “I wonder what this could be…” After scratching at the general area of ground with a paw, Mabelle then lowered herself onto her belly and sniffed again. The scent didn’t make her fearful, so it couldn’t be a griffin or other predator. It didn’t sound like any of the Enclave sentries—they probably didn’t venture this far out, anyway –but it was certainly a wolf. Getting to her feet and shaking her coat of the dirt, dust, and pollen, Mabelle turned her nose to the air. Channeling her energies, she directed the chill winds to her nostrils to help her identify this smell. Now that she was focusing on it, she realized it was a little bit everywhere!
“Hello?” The young Lupus hadn’t learned the important bits of keeping low and silent around other wolves, especially ones she did not know. Degrees of relation was of no importance to Mabelle, she just wanted to know who—or what—this creature was. Maybe it was a Sennyo, the winged wolves she’d heard stories of but never seen! Or even a Yagi, with horns that adorned their bodies. Mabelle was excited to find this mystery being.
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Word Count: 469
Title Inspired By: "Silver City,' by Ghostland Observatory
