09-19-2008, 01:43 AM
ooc: 510 words…
IC:
The slow, uneventful day rendered her bored and restless, and so young Magdalena padded away from her mother’s cottage seeking some wayward form of entertainment. The day had already progressed well past noon and evening was creeping up fast. Magda knew there had to be something to keep her busy, something she could do for her pack and simultaneously her fidgety legs, but alas she discovered nothing. Somehow she’d managed, inadvertently, to avoid anyone as well as anything, duty, game, hunt, or other way to make use of her hide.
Well, when life gives you lemons… Having produced not a single way to make herself of use for the day, but admittedly not trying that hard, Magdalena resorted to taking what had been proffered: an afternoon unhindered by monotonous tasks and pointless discussions (although she favored most meaningless chit-chat, it was usually quite amusing). With the afternoon now decidedly hers to do as she pleases, Magdalena dropped all mental prowess and let the instinctual wolf within roam.
Her haunches bunched, back arched, and within seconds Magda’s steady paws sprang to life as her restless muscles propelled her forward at full speed. The balmy wind whipped past her, lapping at her creamy fur like a lover she’d been separated from for ages. Her sapphire eyes narrowed but she kept focused on the world that spanned before her, elegantly bounding rock hurdles and avoiding rodent holes, gracefully dodging trees and any other obstacle that stood in the way of her and her racing glory.
Yet all too soon, the sprint began to take its toll on her endurance. This rapid pace was typically reserved for short spurts during a hunt, or to quickly spirit away from danger when the odds weren’t in her favor. Her maw parted and her pink tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as her paws slowed, and she arched her trajectory, circling around at a brisk gallop now and bounding back towards Iskata’s cottage.
The structure soon loomed before her, and her brief run ended altogether. Her paws danced to a stop and she dropped her haunches to the grass beneath her, staring at the cottage in the distance but refusing to approach it, her apprehension solely due to her unwillingness to find herself so bored once more. The effect of the abrupt sprint began to ebb and her panting lulled to a minor, heavy breathing. Her eyes scanned the scenery as a slight breeze picked up, brushing her fur softly and tickling her ears. She shook her head vigorously as if able to abate the wind, to no avail. That restless feeling was sneaking up on her again…
Madgalena dropped her gaze to the grasses beneath her paws. She spied a cluster of sunny, perky flowers and absently lifted a paw and smashed them down. Was this the most productive thing she could do with her day? Defeated, Magdalena lowered her stomach to the ground, and curled around the small patch of flowers, carelessly crushing each in its own turn beneath her buttery-beige paw.
IC:
The slow, uneventful day rendered her bored and restless, and so young Magdalena padded away from her mother’s cottage seeking some wayward form of entertainment. The day had already progressed well past noon and evening was creeping up fast. Magda knew there had to be something to keep her busy, something she could do for her pack and simultaneously her fidgety legs, but alas she discovered nothing. Somehow she’d managed, inadvertently, to avoid anyone as well as anything, duty, game, hunt, or other way to make use of her hide.
Well, when life gives you lemons… Having produced not a single way to make herself of use for the day, but admittedly not trying that hard, Magdalena resorted to taking what had been proffered: an afternoon unhindered by monotonous tasks and pointless discussions (although she favored most meaningless chit-chat, it was usually quite amusing). With the afternoon now decidedly hers to do as she pleases, Magdalena dropped all mental prowess and let the instinctual wolf within roam.
Her haunches bunched, back arched, and within seconds Magda’s steady paws sprang to life as her restless muscles propelled her forward at full speed. The balmy wind whipped past her, lapping at her creamy fur like a lover she’d been separated from for ages. Her sapphire eyes narrowed but she kept focused on the world that spanned before her, elegantly bounding rock hurdles and avoiding rodent holes, gracefully dodging trees and any other obstacle that stood in the way of her and her racing glory.
Yet all too soon, the sprint began to take its toll on her endurance. This rapid pace was typically reserved for short spurts during a hunt, or to quickly spirit away from danger when the odds weren’t in her favor. Her maw parted and her pink tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as her paws slowed, and she arched her trajectory, circling around at a brisk gallop now and bounding back towards Iskata’s cottage.
The structure soon loomed before her, and her brief run ended altogether. Her paws danced to a stop and she dropped her haunches to the grass beneath her, staring at the cottage in the distance but refusing to approach it, her apprehension solely due to her unwillingness to find herself so bored once more. The effect of the abrupt sprint began to ebb and her panting lulled to a minor, heavy breathing. Her eyes scanned the scenery as a slight breeze picked up, brushing her fur softly and tickling her ears. She shook her head vigorously as if able to abate the wind, to no avail. That restless feeling was sneaking up on her again…
Madgalena dropped her gaze to the grasses beneath her paws. She spied a cluster of sunny, perky flowers and absently lifted a paw and smashed them down. Was this the most productive thing she could do with her day? Defeated, Magdalena lowered her stomach to the ground, and curled around the small patch of flowers, carelessly crushing each in its own turn beneath her buttery-beige paw.