Post by kalypso on Jul 11, 2009 14:04:54 GMT -5
Kalypso
[/font][/center][/b] The figure had stopped, tail not lower to the well-worn floor. It was even more alert, stance tense. It inched forward, stopping after every few moments to scent the air and listen for a threat. Now it was at the end, the slate gray wall ending. It slowly creped forward, turning the creature peaked around the edge. Nothing was there to be seen though. The amber pools still shifting, still watching.
+ Silent pads fell briskly. Inky coat hiding in the shadows. The figures presence only registered from its piercing gold pools. They darted in each direction, socking in its surroundings before the light of the sky went out. It's tail fluffed up and swishing lightly. The air was filled an erie silence, the sounds of any creature enhanced and echoed though the structures still standing. Debris covered the road, it was overgrown with deep green mosses and small shrubby, eroding away along with the rest of the abandoned city. The scrapers left standing loomed overhead, making the mysterious figure seem small. It still continued, eyes shifting and speed never dropping. It's harks tipping like mountains, standing up in contrast to the shattered glass it was against. The backdrop of the creature kept changing, altering. One moment a silver sided scraper and the next a broken glass window. The windows were the best, they reflected the light back and showed a mirror image of the animal. Now it was stopping, slowing gradually. A sharp turn was closing in on the inky figure.
- I shut my eyes, just for a brief second. It was all I needed, all the time it took for me to prepare myself for what might happen next. I was approaching a corner, noises unfamiliar to me were radiating from it. I knew I needed to pass, I could run across the street; but thats not like me. I wanted to see what I was facing; I wanted to feel the noise. I was in search of adventure, of danger; this could be my chance. I had been traveling all day, my onyx coat had lost its shine. I reeked of scents I couldn't even name, under my thick fur I had grown thin. Traveling alone had not done me well, I was starving. I needed to clean myself, wash away not only my not so pleasant aroma; but also my fear and worry. I was brave when it came to situations, but thinking about what was to come to me worried me. Now I had come to a complete stop, sides moving rhythmical with my breathing. The sound of my heart pumping; my blood racing filled me listeners. I was prepared for this, I could handle it. The problem was I didn't trust myself to take care of the situation approaching all to soon.
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ooc: Sorry it's not that great, haven't Rped wolves in a long time.
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