03-17-2008, 06:26 AM
backdated to march 14th.
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Here in the forest the light was deceiving. The branches and evergreen needles brawled for their share of sunlight, knowing how perfunctory the summer months were, wanting to claim what was essential for life. If sun rays made it to the ground here, they were filtered and diffused by the greedy foliage enough to create a grey twilight: Jaded as the name in springtime, but grey now, grey and colourless. It was solemnly quiet, with an almost cathedral-grandiose atmosphere amongst the towering pine trunks. The single flash of colour that slipped quietly between them belonged to a young reddish wolf, small and spry, and currently attempting a hunt. On four legs, she was not dissimilar in appearance to the sleeping form ahead. This fact she could not discern, though: all she saw was a blaze of fur, and the smell told her nothing more than the fact it was not prey. Curiosity brought her closer to it, head on an inquisitive tilt. When she judged she was near enough that it would awake at any moment, she murmured politely "What are you?" No reply was expected, not of the vocal form: the creature would get up, though, and then she'd see.
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Here in the forest the light was deceiving. The branches and evergreen needles brawled for their share of sunlight, knowing how perfunctory the summer months were, wanting to claim what was essential for life. If sun rays made it to the ground here, they were filtered and diffused by the greedy foliage enough to create a grey twilight: Jaded as the name in springtime, but grey now, grey and colourless. It was solemnly quiet, with an almost cathedral-grandiose atmosphere amongst the towering pine trunks. The single flash of colour that slipped quietly between them belonged to a young reddish wolf, small and spry, and currently attempting a hunt. On four legs, she was not dissimilar in appearance to the sleeping form ahead. This fact she could not discern, though: all she saw was a blaze of fur, and the smell told her nothing more than the fact it was not prey. Curiosity brought her closer to it, head on an inquisitive tilt. When she judged she was near enough that it would awake at any moment, she murmured politely "What are you?" No reply was expected, not of the vocal form: the creature would get up, though, and then she'd see.