Running Free

Belle · 09-09-2010, 04:07 PM

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Halifax Airport. For Element!

The sun was high, skimming across the blue yonder, highlighting the eerie beauty of the land below. Somewhere down there was a pale creature, crouched in the grass, revealing nothing. Her face was like transparent snow, and fur the color of molten ice. Her eyes were a deep crimson, and bodice a tender, fragile shape, so small that she could be easily mistaken for a fox. The Arctic Wolf crept through the earth, grass brushing her tiny face. Velvet nose twitched in anticipation, and as the youth drew herself up to full height those red, red eyes narrowed and rolled around slowly, so she could drink in her unfamiliar surroundings. It was almost frightening. The tall grey buildings loomed over her shaking figure, and she gasped slightly as she took it all in. Slowly, she crept back, further into the grass.
She was not ready to visit this scary place. This vile city. Not yet.

And so she bounced away, and in one bound she had pivoted on her back feet, and was running away, faster, faster, faster. The she-wolf glanced nervously around, before realizing she had made a mistake. Belle thought she was running in the direction of a field, but in fact, the canis had drawn towards a man-made field, with grass that smelt slightly metallic and earth that was just that little bit surreal. A startled yelp erupted from the girls mouth, and she crouched, belly skimming across the grass as she made her way across. Hurriedly waddling to victory; the adolescent did not notice the large, grey object until her face squashed into it upon impact. Stopping in her tracks, the curious teen took a step back, looking the 'thing' over. It looked like a huge, white bird that had fallen from the sky, its wings still outstretched and frozen in place- one final attempt to reach freedom. Casually, the woman took the ascend, loping up the steps that led to the inner of the metal bird. The door was wide open, and as the Canis Lupus Arctos jumped inside, she knew at once that this was not the innards of a bird, but a plane.

She had read about them in books. She had learnt to read in the extra time she had in her childhood- when her father went out. She often would spend hours thinking about the pictures. This was a plane, and she knew it for sure. Plunking herself down into a sitting position, the girl sat and watched in amusement. Not a second would go by when she would not be dumbstruck.

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