11-20-2007, 01:32 AM
The violent contrast between India's red fur and the white snow was almost like a beacon. Here she would never be able to camouflage herself in the winter, which would make hunting very difficult. The trees around her creaked and sighed as if they fed off of her depression and whisked it around tauntingly. She lowered her head and smelled earth under the crispness of snow. Her dainty paw pushed away the white fluff until black dirt showed. It was rich and aromatic, so much that it wafted through her senses. Her honey eyes peered up and off in the distance was a gray shape outlined with a brownish tint. The figure stood still, and for moment she felt as though the whispering trees were playing a trick on her eyes when the figure shifted and spoke.
Hellooo, anyone out there?
The urge to be forgotten washed over her, though back in her mind she wanted so desperately to introduce herself. Her eyes lowered back down to the patch of black dirt she uncovered and she began to trudge over the patch, muttering I'm here. The near inaudible words felt as though they were instantly lost on the light wind. She shook her head and body to fluff up her fur to try and keep a bit warmer and continued to place paw after paw into the snow with head and tail low.
Hellooo, anyone out there?
The urge to be forgotten washed over her, though back in her mind she wanted so desperately to introduce herself. Her eyes lowered back down to the patch of black dirt she uncovered and she began to trudge over the patch, muttering I'm here. The near inaudible words felt as though they were instantly lost on the light wind. She shook her head and body to fluff up her fur to try and keep a bit warmer and continued to place paw after paw into the snow with head and tail low.