Of music and dancing.

Luna Sabino · 06-13-2011, 01:31 AM

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442 words/ Sorry for taking too much time on writing this D: but here it is! Backdated to June 5th. Arachnea's Revenge. Noon, i suppose?

The wind blew between the tree branches, producing a characteristic hiss that usually provoqued a feeling of uneasyness in many people. Several birds sat across the trees, either looking for food, hiding from a possible predator, or just resting, but all of them sang. Their music was something beautiful, a sound that caressed the dark brown ears from the wolfess who walked through the forest, all of her limbs touching the ground as she walked in her Lupus form. Her figure went through the mass of trees lightly, as if she was part of everything. That was, of course, when the heavy statchel that lied on her back didn't move out of place.

Passing some trees she found a small clearing, and that gave her an idea. Right on her spot she threw her stuff aside, proceeding to shift into her most visited form. She felt how her muscles and her bones twisted and changed of size, but focused on the forest's music instead. This relaxed her body, which somehow quickened the shifting process a bit. When she was done, she changed the location of her statchel, placing it under a random pine, and walking towards the clearing, not even bothering to put her skirt on. With every step she moved closer to the center of the clearing; and when she reached it, she closed her eyes, letting the memories invade her. A sweet music played in her mind and she began to dance. Her movements were smooth, and her hips moved according to the music played in her imagination. She moved, jumped, walked and suddenly turned, moving her hips in a circle and swaying her arms in perfect harmony.

It didn't pass much time before the chestnut female made a small pause to rest, letting herself fall on the thick layer of plants that grew in the clearing. As she laid there, her hand reched her chest, where her necklace laid. Her companion wasn't there with her. She had said that she felt weak and that she needed to rest, and Luna had let her go. She would find her eventually.

The woman considered the possibility of fetching her journal to read for a while. But she discarded it, deciding to lay on the soft floor for a bit longer. She twisted her body a bit, finding a confortable position by laying on her back and closing her eyes, listening to the murmur of the wind and the singing of the birds. Whether there was somebody else seeing her or not was something oblivious to her, as well as to the presence of anything -or anybody- that got close to her.

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