|
|
Post by sivael.suan on Jul 19, 2011 10:29:08 GMT -8
with windswept fur, eyes narrowed and paws struggling to get past the blinding wind, she couldn't have cared less if someone saw her. of course, no one would really care. but she put that past her. tail jerking from side to side, she finally managed to get past the wind, which was fortunately lessening. and, once it stopped she sat still, tongue rasping over her flustered fur. in fact, it appeared to be all over the place. sticking in places in shouldn't be. she looked bewildered. but i guess she was. at the moment her fur was in place, making her look at least slightly better than before she had herself sprawled over the grass, the flowers tickling her nose. it was hot. yes. but laying in the shade helped a great deal. if she didn't, well she might as well be baking now.
scents glazed over her nostrils, and with each breath she took she could taste the smell of flowers, insects and the faint breath of other felines that had passed by. right now she wasn't worried about being discovered. more intent of finding something to drink, and rest. at the moment rest was what she desired. outstretched paws gripped the grass, clawing up mounds as she dragged herself over the cool green. she yawed massively, and before rolling onto her side, she had spotted movement. her nose twitching she for a brief five seconds, before allowing her guard to fall. indeed, she was beautiful. though others only saw her for the past she relived day after day. death, despair, hatred. betrayal even. the suan name never rested. it lit a passage of fear as she walked, even if she had never done these things herself.
orange-tinged body laid sprawled, the soles of her hind paws cooling off incredibly. her tufted ears laid back in comfort, and she closed her eyes momentarily. her thin jaws parted silently and let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. she tingled from head to tail-tip, this was what she'd been waiting for. all notion of finding water drifted. the only thing aching was her stomach. having not eaten the morning before, she was indeed hungry. it didn't faze on her, though, and she just waited for it to pass. it wasn't as if she had no time on her hands. she had plenty. but who would blame her for resting? everyone, most definitely.
|
|
|
|
Post by damask arei on Jul 20, 2011 13:23:43 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Damask Arei  the sea moves like silk but I only hear the crash The Words: 629 The Tags: Sivael The Notes Ending is so random sorry!
The snow leopard coughs as heat rasps his throat and seeps through his pale-gold coat. He stops to curse his thick fur, which despite being mid-spring, is still quite fluffy. Paws dripping with sweat languidly surge forward as he searches for shade. Luckily for him, shade is easy to locate in the vast forests of the Elke Circle. As he ducks beneath the first of the welcoming trees, a blast of wind ruffles his fur. He glides with the wind a bit, letting it move his paws for him, his eyes closing blissfully.
It is a hot, scorching day with blazing blue skies and not a speck of clouds in sight, but with his eyes closed and wind threading through his coat, he can imagine that a blizzard is coming and the skies are a fluffy, silk-gray. But the breeze is quick to abate, and his eyes flutter open again. He sees that his paws have carried him quite a distance. He is a few yards away from where he used to be, before he shut his eyes and moved blindly. Damask is deeper within the forest, in the parts they call the Comatose Glen. He knows that means the area where they say the sleepless walk. And true to the myths, he does feel a little drowsy. He stifles a yawn and meanders over to a wide tree, glad for its nice shade.
As he steps up to the oak-hazel tree trunk, he sniffs and breathes in the aromas of spring, and something else. Another feline, a female. Must be another villager caught in the beauty of the glen. Lazily, he glances around and spots a glowing amber form on the other side of the tree. Curious, he scuttles over. At first he can only stare, as his vision suddenly blurs and he forces himself to think of who he is, truly. And who is he? Just a lost little kit, a speck of life in a world of pain and sorrow. The middle child in a family too involved in their own business to care about him.
He's looked up to his elder sister Grace his whole life, Grace the perfect, the assured. She would inherit their parents' fame and regality. Sure she was like his protector, his guardian angel when they were mere children, always looking out for him it seemed. Then life wore on and her rank seemed to change her like clay being molded into a new being. She was no longer who she used to be, now a touch cold and distant. And the two seemed like islands, disconnected and so very far apart, drifting away like feathers in a breeze.
And he had used to dote on the littler Xylouris. She was a tad more playful as a kit, so trusting in her older siblings, and so prone to cuddling up with them. But her dough of clay was shaped into a whole different being altogether. She too adopted the cold front of a monarch, detaching herself from her elder siblings, as jealousy and fury warped her innocent mind. Instead of the love Damask had felt was a slight fear. Lou has become deadly, as all those he once loved appear to be. He doesn't know her anymore.
But does he know himself?
The troubled duke's visions slowly retreat and he focuses upon the body before him. "And do you know naught of who you are?" he muses, and is uncertain if the caracal had heard him. That is, if he meant to speak to her. Does he? Or had he, but changed his mind? The confusion of the Glen hits him, and he stumbles into the body, all the while dropping apologies like flesh so cooked it smokes at the touch.
|
[/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
|
|
|
Post by sivael.suan on Jul 24, 2011 10:47:14 GMT -8
at first the wind brought her no new smells. other than her own sweat and the decay of some aged mouse from farther north. as well as the wafting scent of flowers and trees that surrounded her. it really made her ease off and doze. but only until the fearfully storng smell of a male figure appeared before her eyes. err, nose. ears alert and dancing to catch the sound of the newcomers progress towards her, and while her paws flailed a moment too soon and propped herself up. she managed a quick shake of her fur to recollect herself, and to pretend not to have noticed anything unusual. she flicked her tail around her small body, silver eyes glinting in the light. having her body positioned neatly under a tree, in the shade where the heat couldn't get to her suffocating fur, she might seem lovely. but only a little right at this moment. however any male who took great interest in the figure of females would probably say her enticing. long thin legs were perched under her weight, evenly distributing it. craning her neck slightly to finally take notice, a lie dancing in her eyes, she waited.
only to find that a rather handsome, even she had to admit young snow leopard began to trod forwards to greet her, in some manner of ways. at first is appeared he was unsure, and whether he took any notice of her she did not know. however she watched in earnest anyway. yes, she may not like the taste of company but what was one other? something flickered deep inside the leopard, and though she wanted to examine it, she couldn't. it seemed he was too far distanced to understand. at least from the angle the caracal sat. once his gaze shifted to her, and his lips move. at first sivael didn't know what he'd said. until a few seconds later the words formed in her mind and she took greater notice. ears tilting to the side, paws now stretched forwards, she nodded delicately. while yowling in shock as the lumbering leopards body stumbled over himself as he spoke, she hissed delicately and bounced away, clouting him over the ears before retreating a few paces away, tail lashing in annoyance. " no, i don't know who i am, but it happens others do. my history fouls my future, does yours? " her voice curled in the warm air, twisting itself coldly into the ears of the duke, of which she had no intention of knowing that he was just that. petty royalty that in her eyes she found disgusting and full of themselves.
|
|
