12-19-2010, 04:01 PM
[html]Flower power! <3 -fist pump- +3
Needles here, needles there. Pine needles everywhere! Shiloh could not avoid stepping into them, and while they provided a cover from the dirt, they often pricked the pads on her feet. As the young white damsel made her way through the forest, attempting to side-step each brown needle without much success. The sounds of a stream were nearby, and without much more of a direction to take, she followed it. She ducked under a low-swinging branch, but as she went to regain her standing position, the tree limb caught part of her cream-colored hair, and the lily tucked behind her ear.
"Ah!" She squealed out of surprise, moving to untangle herself from the branch. When she did, she watched as her decorative flower fell to the ground, its beautiful pink petals torn by the movements Shiloh created. Her eyes widened, her features displaying every ounce of sadness that could be mustered. Crouching down to pick the flower up, she held it as if it were something precious she just lost.
"The forest is no place for a wolf!" She exclaimed into the wintry air, cupping the lily as she looked down upon it with a look of mourning. Shiloh didn't notice any lilies growing around her, and an even bigger pout formed on her countenance. "Now I'm gonna have to find a new one.." She grumbled, sighing deeply and almost a little too dramatically.
But then her ears perked up, and the sounds of music drifted through the nippy air. It was soft, and sweet, almost too good to be real. And for a moment, it sounded as if it was meant for Shiloh herself, to make her forget about her worries that the forest seemed to be creating for her. Curiosity got the best of the young wolf, and she followed the stream towards the sound, still gingerly holding her precious hairpiece. She stopped when a figure of mixed grays walked along a small clearing, seemingly engrossed in her task, concentrating on pushing air through her instrument to produce music. Shi's cerulean eyes softened, loving the sound that the stranger was producing, and simply stood there, against a snow-laced tree, listening intently.
Needles here, needles there. Pine needles everywhere! Shiloh could not avoid stepping into them, and while they provided a cover from the dirt, they often pricked the pads on her feet. As the young white damsel made her way through the forest, attempting to side-step each brown needle without much success. The sounds of a stream were nearby, and without much more of a direction to take, she followed it. She ducked under a low-swinging branch, but as she went to regain her standing position, the tree limb caught part of her cream-colored hair, and the lily tucked behind her ear.
"Ah!" She squealed out of surprise, moving to untangle herself from the branch. When she did, she watched as her decorative flower fell to the ground, its beautiful pink petals torn by the movements Shiloh created. Her eyes widened, her features displaying every ounce of sadness that could be mustered. Crouching down to pick the flower up, she held it as if it were something precious she just lost.
"The forest is no place for a wolf!" She exclaimed into the wintry air, cupping the lily as she looked down upon it with a look of mourning. Shiloh didn't notice any lilies growing around her, and an even bigger pout formed on her countenance. "Now I'm gonna have to find a new one.." She grumbled, sighing deeply and almost a little too dramatically.
But then her ears perked up, and the sounds of music drifted through the nippy air. It was soft, and sweet, almost too good to be real. And for a moment, it sounded as if it was meant for Shiloh herself, to make her forget about her worries that the forest seemed to be creating for her. Curiosity got the best of the young wolf, and she followed the stream towards the sound, still gingerly holding her precious hairpiece. She stopped when a figure of mixed grays walked along a small clearing, seemingly engrossed in her task, concentrating on pushing air through her instrument to produce music. Shi's cerulean eyes softened, loving the sound that the stranger was producing, and simply stood there, against a snow-laced tree, listening intently.