Season's End

Vesper · 09-08-2011, 08:25 AM

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It was storming.

The sky was all theatric rumbles: timpani rolls and cymbal crashes. Rain hissed around Vesper as he took shelter under a scraggly tree, managing to get drenched just the same as if she’d been out in the open. Her toes gripped the ground as large ears flattened close to her skull. She appreciated the balance of wet and dry that the Earth played, but at the same time, she hated being caught out in crap like this.

It would be best to venture into Ethereal Eclipse; the forest hardly let any sunlight through, so the same should go for rain. She thought of the darkness that had enveloped the place and frowned, finally breaking out into a run as she tried to reach the thicker tree line.

It was impossible to hear anything over the sound of whispering rain and thunder claps, least of all her own paws or those of someone else. She ran faster until she was within the trees, but it wasn’t as thick here as she would have hoped. Shaking excess moisture from her tawny coat, Vesper sighed and continued marching on. If she was really lucky, she’d find an old fox burrow or something similar and take shelter in it—that is, if the place was shielded enough that it wouldn’t flood.

The thought of drowning made her heart leap into her throat.

She snapped out of the jolt of fear when a voice called through the trees; her ears swiveled forward with interest at the challenge, and a smirk crawled across her face. Was someone else grouchy about getting a little wet, too? This would be infinitely more interesting than seeking shelter; she banished the rain from her mind, knowing that if she kept to the thicker parts of the forest, she’d hardly get wet.

The call was all that Vesper had to go off of; the curtains of rain washed away any scent that had lingered in the air, and she didn’t feel like pressing her nostrils against old leaves to catch it again. She slunk silently through the undergrowth, pausing from time to time, taking care not to let her tail rattle a bush. A few times twigs caught on her fur, but she ignored the tug and pushed through it.

The black she-wolf appeared as she came closer, and immediately the hybrid turned and made a wide arch, careful not to let her paws fall upon brittle leaves or sticks. Had it not been raining, the wolf would have been able to catch her smell, but she wasn’t sure how good the other’s senses were. She simply moved quietly until she was behind the wolf—though still several yards away. She wasn’t stupid enough to stand directly behind a stranger’s tail, where it would be all too easy for them to whirl around. She doubted she could get that close without detection.

“Talking to yourself, are you?” Vesper called, smirking faintly. The expression did not reach her eyes, a blue as light as the other female’s; they remained cool if not completely emotionless. She was interested to know why this one was in such a bad mood.

Coding from The Mentors and Tears, Bones & Desire
Image courtesy of Khevyel@deviantart.com

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