Post by Vrailet~ on Jan 16, 2009 9:58:34 GMT -5
(OOC: I figured that I should just go ahead and start a new thread 
At least you've got something to work with when you next get on plus, I was kinda bored 
I didn't have the imagination to think up a new thread title either, lol.)
The wind ravished the long grass of the Ora Field, not quite cold enough for Winter but at the same time; not warm enough for Autumn. The blue sky, flecked with black circling specks floating on the breeze, contrasted with the gold and greens of the field. Elk and various other species of deer were clumped in groups spread out on the field, occasionally mingling with each other.
The silent sound of wolf paws treading on the crisp leaves of the forest floor, still a few miles away, failed to alert the deer peacefully grazing. Thick canine fur brushed lightly against the foliage, rustling quietly but not hindering the creators of the noise.
.....................................................
Vrailet was faltering. Even the small journey through the forest to the Ora Fields had worn her out having been utterly exhausted in the first place. The gradual burning sensation which was her muscles screaming for rest, spread up through her limbs to the rest of her frame. The feeling made Vrailet groan inwardly, wishing that she had waited to gather her strength before meeting the Alpha of this newly founded pack which she had, minutes before, agreed to join. Pure determination and refusal to admit weakness drove her on. The wolf infront her her seemed relaxed as he casually loped steadily onwards; following the scent of deer. The fae kept her orbs away from Yasians form in case her caught her looking at him and saw how tired she was.
Finally, she could take it no longer, using speech as an excuse to stop and rest even for a few precious seconds.
"Yasian?" she whispered. Her voice was barely distinguishable and quavered slightly so she started again. "Yasian? are we there yet?"
She almost shouted out the words, her voice now too loud. The amber wolf went crimson under her fur and she tried to cough to disguise her embarrassment. At last, Vrailet's paws could stumble to a halt and give in momentarily to the wave of tiredness threating to overwhelm her. Straining to stay upright she composed herself for when Yasian would stop also and turn around; trying to look like she wasnt in pain. Her pride would be wounded if he suggested that she stay behind.
At least you've got something to work with when you next get on plus, I was kinda bored 
I didn't have the imagination to think up a new thread title either, lol.)The wind ravished the long grass of the Ora Field, not quite cold enough for Winter but at the same time; not warm enough for Autumn. The blue sky, flecked with black circling specks floating on the breeze, contrasted with the gold and greens of the field. Elk and various other species of deer were clumped in groups spread out on the field, occasionally mingling with each other.
The silent sound of wolf paws treading on the crisp leaves of the forest floor, still a few miles away, failed to alert the deer peacefully grazing. Thick canine fur brushed lightly against the foliage, rustling quietly but not hindering the creators of the noise.
.....................................................
Vrailet was faltering. Even the small journey through the forest to the Ora Fields had worn her out having been utterly exhausted in the first place. The gradual burning sensation which was her muscles screaming for rest, spread up through her limbs to the rest of her frame. The feeling made Vrailet groan inwardly, wishing that she had waited to gather her strength before meeting the Alpha of this newly founded pack which she had, minutes before, agreed to join. Pure determination and refusal to admit weakness drove her on. The wolf infront her her seemed relaxed as he casually loped steadily onwards; following the scent of deer. The fae kept her orbs away from Yasians form in case her caught her looking at him and saw how tired she was.
Finally, she could take it no longer, using speech as an excuse to stop and rest even for a few precious seconds.
"Yasian?" she whispered. Her voice was barely distinguishable and quavered slightly so she started again. "Yasian? are we there yet?"
She almost shouted out the words, her voice now too loud. The amber wolf went crimson under her fur and she tried to cough to disguise her embarrassment. At last, Vrailet's paws could stumble to a halt and give in momentarily to the wave of tiredness threating to overwhelm her. Straining to stay upright she composed herself for when Yasian would stop also and turn around; trying to look like she wasnt in pain. Her pride would be wounded if he suggested that she stay behind.