[M] - fragile autumn

Vesper · 10-21-2011, 03:49 PM

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Autumn aged, and the winds that blew through the Dampwoods to scatter the colorful leaves were chillier each and every day. The carpet upon which the coywolf walked betrayed almost every step, crunching unless she took the time to brush the browning, curled leaves aside. However, there was little need for stealth right now; already she had claimed a squirrel as her prize. Its bushy tail lolled from her jaws, swinging as she trotted along. The prey animals fled under her crunching footsteps, but she could really care less at this point whose meal she scared away.

Vesper was at an emotional high today, feeling successful and content if not ecstatic about the world around her. Rarely did such blissful happiness last, but she was glad for the meal and the familiar scenery of the northern forest. She had spent countless days traveling, running as far as the Western Tangles before doubling back to what was familiar. She would have spent more time exploring the western edge of the peninsula as she had intended, but with the threat of winter looming closer each day, she wanted to settle down in a place that she somewhat knew.

She dropped the squirrel, which she’d gotten halfway through devouring when a crow had begun to bother her. It was rare for one of the dark birds to hover so incessantly around a predator with only a small meal; she had seen her share at large carcasses left out in the open, but she couldn’t fathom why the featherbrain had assumed she’d have any left to share.

Quickly scanning the surrounding area for any more predators that might be stupid enough to challenge her for such a meager catch, Vesper dipped her head and began to eat, tugging at the little animal’s haunches and licking her lips after several bites. The earthy taste of the forest was interlaid with the sweet taste of fresh meat, and she allowed the ghost of a smirk to crawl across her lips. Yes, she knew she should enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Perfection was attainable, but perfection was fragile, and the dark harbinger she had seen earlier in the day should have warned her of that.

Set in the Dampwoods, a little west of the halfway mark between Anathema and Inferni.

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