A Call for Help

Alyssum de Fonte · 11-21-2010, 05:24 PM

[html]

WC: 512 +5 OCC: For Niro. :3 Btw, could we backtrack the date to 20th? PT: 25

Alyssum de Fonte

Alyssum wasn't the one to stay in one place for a long period of time. She loved to explore and to test her limits as to how far she can go a day, though she didn't want to intrude on a territory owned by another. She was still adjusting to joining Inferni. Though she was getting used to being in a group once more, she is still a traveler at heart, so she was prone to wander. She already have been to Halifax, and she was going more southwest than that today. As the forest got thicker as to the point where the she couldn't see the sun, even though it was a bright, early afternoon, she guessed this was Ethereal Eclipse. She was in her optime form, her dirty blonde hair tied into a short ponytail with a dark red piece of fabric, as was a lock of hair on the side of her head, near her temple. Alyssum was quite warm, since she had on a long, tan coat that reached all the way down to her knees, along with a scarf that was dark-red-and-burnt-orange striped, which where the colors of Inferni; she made it herself.

The young coyote-dominant hybrid quietly trekked the area, careful not to go near Cercatori D'Arte's and especially Dahlia de Mai's borders. She didn't want to cause a stirring with a group that already disliked Inferni. Then, when she wasn't watching her step, she stepped on something other than leaves, and, with her large ears, heard a tiny snap. Alyssum looked down as saw that she stepped on a feather and fractured it. It was brilliant blue, with black stripes and a white tip. She was sad that she broke the pretty object; it would have been nice to keep it. But, something caught her eye, and she saw another feather not so far away. It was longer, with a sleek look, most likely a primary feather. She quickly grabbed it and brushed the forest debris from it. She then fashioned it into her hair, making it hang near the beginning of her ponytail.

Then, she flicked her large brown ears towards another sound. It was not so far away, but it was clearly heard: a shrill cry of a bird, slightly echoing off the trees. Alyssum detected pain in its scream, and she instantly walked towards the sound. Even though she wasn't an expert at healing other animals, maybe she could help the poor thing. As she got closer, in a small clearing, she spotted a Peregrine falcon tangled in a patch of underbrush, trying to flail its way out. Its beady, black eyes that showed a glint of intelligence, but not much, brewed a hurricane of emotions in them. At the same time, it showed fear and pain, and the young coyote felt her stomach quiver with pity. But, then the hopelessness faded into a fiery determination, and the bird trash even harder against the closely knit branches of the bush it was trapped in, claws tearing at the yellowing leaves with its dark talons. It seemed that one of its wings was limp, but Alyssum couldn't see the reason why.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?