11-29-2007, 02:18 AM
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Criss-crossed limbs scattered the forest floor, making black snake-like pathways that drew the eyes over them. An abundance of nature was evident here with the wet smell of cold earth and the faint smell of salt, a high contrast to her human home in the city. The breezes here gusted the flurrying snow into wild tendrils that lashed about in tantrums and fell to the ground in waves. The scenery was breath taking yet elegant in winter's way. She was disgusted with the plummeting weather but the hate was evened out by the love of the sight. She was tired of being reclusive in the little blue house and faced the bite of cold weather for her excursion. She had wandered into Inferni territory since the smell of coyote was thick in the air. It reminded her of little Arkham. She even humored herself with wondering where he was. She knew she scared him, or at least bothered him with her strange manic-depressive moods at that time. She felt stronger in her own skin now even if it was fleeting at times.
The forest opened up to the beach almost suddenly. She felt as though the forest vomited her onto the ocean's front since she forced her way through thick brush just moments before she stumbled into the sand. It was cool and strange to walk in, leaving her paw prints as little circular indentations. The snow was making it saturated in areas causing the sand to have darker blemishes as she looked down the shore. The wind tossed her hair around making India colder than she wanted. At least the forest helped to block the wind. She grumbled to herself as she trotted along, smelling things of interest along the way. The constant roar of the ocean had pushed the thought of her trespassing into Inferni as far away as possible. She meandered as if there wasn't such thing as territories. She hummed to herself as she walked. The quieted yelping sounded strangely haunted against the static of the ocean.
After fifteen minutes on the beach the temperature was to much for India and she retreated into the semi-warmth of the forest. Pockets of windless forest awaited her and she bounced through the brush, continuing her humming. It wasn't until an usually strong smell of coyote caught her attention that she even remembered what Arkham had said about coyotes. They hated wolves. She remembered the rumors from the zoo about how coyotes outside of her pack were angry, vile, and vicious. She almost chuckled at the thought of angry coyotes. The one's she knew were so passive. She stopped at a stump to take a break from the walk and the wind snapped at her toes. She huddled up against the stump almost pouting and the shadows around her moved strangely. She couldn't tell if the snapping was someone coming towards her or the brittle limbs of trees falling from their boughs being too heavy with ice. She brushed off that feeling in her gut siding with her logic that she was just being paranoid.
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Criss-crossed limbs scattered the forest floor, making black snake-like pathways that drew the eyes over them. An abundance of nature was evident here with the wet smell of cold earth and the faint smell of salt, a high contrast to her human home in the city. The breezes here gusted the flurrying snow into wild tendrils that lashed about in tantrums and fell to the ground in waves. The scenery was breath taking yet elegant in winter's way. She was disgusted with the plummeting weather but the hate was evened out by the love of the sight. She was tired of being reclusive in the little blue house and faced the bite of cold weather for her excursion. She had wandered into Inferni territory since the smell of coyote was thick in the air. It reminded her of little Arkham. She even humored herself with wondering where he was. She knew she scared him, or at least bothered him with her strange manic-depressive moods at that time. She felt stronger in her own skin now even if it was fleeting at times.
The forest opened up to the beach almost suddenly. She felt as though the forest vomited her onto the ocean's front since she forced her way through thick brush just moments before she stumbled into the sand. It was cool and strange to walk in, leaving her paw prints as little circular indentations. The snow was making it saturated in areas causing the sand to have darker blemishes as she looked down the shore. The wind tossed her hair around making India colder than she wanted. At least the forest helped to block the wind. She grumbled to herself as she trotted along, smelling things of interest along the way. The constant roar of the ocean had pushed the thought of her trespassing into Inferni as far away as possible. She meandered as if there wasn't such thing as territories. She hummed to herself as she walked. The quieted yelping sounded strangely haunted against the static of the ocean.
After fifteen minutes on the beach the temperature was to much for India and she retreated into the semi-warmth of the forest. Pockets of windless forest awaited her and she bounced through the brush, continuing her humming. It wasn't until an usually strong smell of coyote caught her attention that she even remembered what Arkham had said about coyotes. They hated wolves. She remembered the rumors from the zoo about how coyotes outside of her pack were angry, vile, and vicious. She almost chuckled at the thought of angry coyotes. The one's she knew were so passive. She stopped at a stump to take a break from the walk and the wind snapped at her toes. She huddled up against the stump almost pouting and the shadows around her moved strangely. She couldn't tell if the snapping was someone coming towards her or the brittle limbs of trees falling from their boughs being too heavy with ice. She brushed off that feeling in her gut siding with her logic that she was just being paranoid.
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