Post by Miakoda Tala on Sept 10, 2012 20:24:47 GMT -5
Who do you want to forget that forgot you long ago?
The air tingled with electricity, that cool static just before a storm hung in the breeze. The late night sky masked by dark clouds, the earth was a pool of black. Miakoda crossed through the terrain, silken body low to the ground. She carried herself not in submission, rather in stealth. The sennyo’s thoughts were just as storm-riddled as the overhead sky. Decades of troubles were flooding through her. Teo’s robin blue face swam to the fore front of her mind. She paused, shaking him from her head. Pull yourself together! Thoughts of her dead brother could not plague her now. The breeze brought a new smell to her nose, one of more than the coming storm and surrounding foliage. This scent spoke of power and also of fear. The ambiance of danger clung to the very dirt. She was in the territory of the Mafia.
A machine where your heart once was slowly takes the place of you.
She paused for a moment, hesitated you could say. It was clear that other creatures greatly feared this pack. Thunder rumbled sharply overhead, an ominous omen. Yet what had she to lose? The mint green she-wolf continued on, senses sharper, radar for other wolves. Lightening slashed the bloated belly of clouds open, releasing a downpour. After several minutes, her wings were drooping under the weight of the water and her small, delicate paws were beginning to stick in the soft mucky earth. She wound through the jungle until the plant life had become thick enough to stop the rain. She was surrounded by thick brush and flowers, all bright hues and shades. Choosing a patch that particularly matched her green pelt, she curled into a ball. This is where she would stop for the night. She inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, humid jungle smell, and allowed her mind to wander back to Teo.
The air tingled with electricity, that cool static just before a storm hung in the breeze. The late night sky masked by dark clouds, the earth was a pool of black. Miakoda crossed through the terrain, silken body low to the ground. She carried herself not in submission, rather in stealth. The sennyo’s thoughts were just as storm-riddled as the overhead sky. Decades of troubles were flooding through her. Teo’s robin blue face swam to the fore front of her mind. She paused, shaking him from her head. Pull yourself together! Thoughts of her dead brother could not plague her now. The breeze brought a new smell to her nose, one of more than the coming storm and surrounding foliage. This scent spoke of power and also of fear. The ambiance of danger clung to the very dirt. She was in the territory of the Mafia.
A machine where your heart once was slowly takes the place of you.
She paused for a moment, hesitated you could say. It was clear that other creatures greatly feared this pack. Thunder rumbled sharply overhead, an ominous omen. Yet what had she to lose? The mint green she-wolf continued on, senses sharper, radar for other wolves. Lightening slashed the bloated belly of clouds open, releasing a downpour. After several minutes, her wings were drooping under the weight of the water and her small, delicate paws were beginning to stick in the soft mucky earth. She wound through the jungle until the plant life had become thick enough to stop the rain. She was surrounded by thick brush and flowers, all bright hues and shades. Choosing a patch that particularly matched her green pelt, she curled into a ball. This is where she would stop for the night. She inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, humid jungle smell, and allowed her mind to wander back to Teo.
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