04-01-2010, 09:30 PM
word count: 420
Cerridwyn sat on the beach of one of the twin lakes in the center of the territory, watching the sun dance playfully on the water's surface. Here and there a fish splashed, and she smiled, reminded of Xion trying to catch fish at the stream the other day. The weather was finally warming up enough to make such water adventures possible again; speaking of which, she thought, a dip might be nice. She stood, removing her hip bag, and stepped into the glassy water. A little chilly, but not too bad, she thought and waded in up to her chest. She kicked her feet out and floated in her back, coffee eyes watching fluffy clouds pass overhead as peace settled over her and her muscles relaxed, all but her feet kicking gently to keep herself afloat. Shadowy eyelids soon drifted shut as she went into a trance-like state.
The tri-color female was startled out of this state as something brushed against her back, immediately losing the equilibrium allowing her to keep afloat. She went under for a moment, surprised that there was no longer bottom beneath her paws, but resurfaced to find that she had drifted toward the center of the lake. Snorting water out of her nose, she swam lazily back toward shore and soon was walking out of the water. As she wrung her voluminous mane of moisture, a howl echoed through the trees, and her ears perked. It wasn't a howl that she recognized, but that wasn't unusual as she hadn't met over half of the pack. It was, however, confident and demanding, a howl that really only a leader has a right to give -- but it wasn't Jefferson, of that much she was positive. Her brows knitted together and, after giving her tail a swift twist so that it at least wasn't sopping, she shouldered her hip bag, picked up her stang, and began a distance-covering lope toward the origination of the howl.
The saddled hybrid's fur was still damp and sticking out a bit when she arrived, and she smoothed it down as best she could. She nodded at Xeris and Pontiac in greeting, before her eyes fell on the stranger, presumably the one who had howled. He was an interesting figure, at least to her -- his mane was braided in its entirety, and festooned with quite a few more feathers and beads than her own, and his coat was a captivating mixture of browns, greys and reds. "Who're ye?" she asked bluntly.
Cerridwyn sat on the beach of one of the twin lakes in the center of the territory, watching the sun dance playfully on the water's surface. Here and there a fish splashed, and she smiled, reminded of Xion trying to catch fish at the stream the other day. The weather was finally warming up enough to make such water adventures possible again; speaking of which, she thought, a dip might be nice. She stood, removing her hip bag, and stepped into the glassy water. A little chilly, but not too bad, she thought and waded in up to her chest. She kicked her feet out and floated in her back, coffee eyes watching fluffy clouds pass overhead as peace settled over her and her muscles relaxed, all but her feet kicking gently to keep herself afloat. Shadowy eyelids soon drifted shut as she went into a trance-like state.
The tri-color female was startled out of this state as something brushed against her back, immediately losing the equilibrium allowing her to keep afloat. She went under for a moment, surprised that there was no longer bottom beneath her paws, but resurfaced to find that she had drifted toward the center of the lake. Snorting water out of her nose, she swam lazily back toward shore and soon was walking out of the water. As she wrung her voluminous mane of moisture, a howl echoed through the trees, and her ears perked. It wasn't a howl that she recognized, but that wasn't unusual as she hadn't met over half of the pack. It was, however, confident and demanding, a howl that really only a leader has a right to give -- but it wasn't Jefferson, of that much she was positive. Her brows knitted together and, after giving her tail a swift twist so that it at least wasn't sopping, she shouldered her hip bag, picked up her stang, and began a distance-covering lope toward the origination of the howl.
The saddled hybrid's fur was still damp and sticking out a bit when she arrived, and she smoothed it down as best she could. She nodded at Xeris and Pontiac in greeting, before her eyes fell on the stranger, presumably the one who had howled. He was an interesting figure, at least to her -- his mane was braided in its entirety, and festooned with quite a few more feathers and beads than her own, and his coat was a captivating mixture of browns, greys and reds. "Who're ye?" she asked bluntly.