10-22-2009, 03:02 PM
[html]Ready Mal? Time is set at October 24th, 7 days after Ailbhe's arrival in AniWaya... I'm gonna say at about 6:00pm.
WC: 521
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Night was falling over the Serena Reserve, Wapiti roaming freely through the sparsely knit deciduous and coniferous trees and open meadows of streaming gold. Winter was certainly showing its enjoyment of the land- frost was beginning to chill upon the evergreens, and the long grasses of the fields parted and made room for a chilly breeze. And yet, amidst all this freezing fun, fireflies danced through the twilight, poking in and around tree trunks and fluffy grasses. The sky, just beginning to darken with the slowly sinking sun, was glittering with early moving stars these bugs acted like. Against a deep violet, crimson, and darkening blue sky, the sight was gorgeous- a scene any aesthete creature would enjoy.
Vanishing in and out of the tree line like a risen specter, Ailbhe's white coat kept a mark on her every move. It had been about a week now, since she had arrived at the Serena Reserve and joined the AniWaya. Sleek silvery fur glowed with a gorgeous sheen in the slowly dying light, and icy gems glinted with far more energy than they had a week ago. Ailbhe had certainly filled back out in comparison to her once emaciated look. Thin stilts were now strong pillars of ivory, ribs had vanished beneath thickening winter coat, and fluffy plume had puffed out in good health. And yet, the four-year old still hadn't left her lupine form. Her fellow packmates had begun to ask her why she had yet to change to Optime, and started working on a hut for herself. Her response? She just wasn't ready yet. But with the coming cold biting at wet ebony nose, she knew she would have to change soon.
But she just couldn't. It was like the heavens forbade it- she just couldn't relax long enough to change. Anxiety, it seemed, had taken it's toll on the new AniWayan. A full week of living with these wolves, and still she had yet to decide on a craft. A full week, and still, she hadn't made her own hut. She hadn't managed to catch anything for the storage. She hadn't even made a close friend she could talk to. All the pent up nervousness and will to get something, anything accomplished... it was keeping her from shifting. Such a terrible thing the mind was, to tie up all her wishes with colors of worry.
And so, here she was, darting through the trees like a wayward banshee, trying to run off some of her anxieties. Translucent claws dug into the ground in a sudden stop as a heavy sigh left the burdened female. Now, she walked slowly through the tall grasses of a meadow, almost completely lost within their light embraces. Light smiles would cross slim maw as various fireflies danced through the air before her, behind her, and around her. Oh how she was missing dancing... it was difficult to dance in lupine form, after all... but an improvised dance weaved its way into her walk, orbs of frosty light glinting with each firefly that passed.
Well... at least she could try to have fun, right?
WC: 521
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Night was falling over the Serena Reserve, Wapiti roaming freely through the sparsely knit deciduous and coniferous trees and open meadows of streaming gold. Winter was certainly showing its enjoyment of the land- frost was beginning to chill upon the evergreens, and the long grasses of the fields parted and made room for a chilly breeze. And yet, amidst all this freezing fun, fireflies danced through the twilight, poking in and around tree trunks and fluffy grasses. The sky, just beginning to darken with the slowly sinking sun, was glittering with early moving stars these bugs acted like. Against a deep violet, crimson, and darkening blue sky, the sight was gorgeous- a scene any aesthete creature would enjoy.
Vanishing in and out of the tree line like a risen specter, Ailbhe's white coat kept a mark on her every move. It had been about a week now, since she had arrived at the Serena Reserve and joined the AniWaya. Sleek silvery fur glowed with a gorgeous sheen in the slowly dying light, and icy gems glinted with far more energy than they had a week ago. Ailbhe had certainly filled back out in comparison to her once emaciated look. Thin stilts were now strong pillars of ivory, ribs had vanished beneath thickening winter coat, and fluffy plume had puffed out in good health. And yet, the four-year old still hadn't left her lupine form. Her fellow packmates had begun to ask her why she had yet to change to Optime, and started working on a hut for herself. Her response? She just wasn't ready yet. But with the coming cold biting at wet ebony nose, she knew she would have to change soon.
But she just couldn't. It was like the heavens forbade it- she just couldn't relax long enough to change. Anxiety, it seemed, had taken it's toll on the new AniWayan. A full week of living with these wolves, and still she had yet to decide on a craft. A full week, and still, she hadn't made her own hut. She hadn't managed to catch anything for the storage. She hadn't even made a close friend she could talk to. All the pent up nervousness and will to get something, anything accomplished... it was keeping her from shifting. Such a terrible thing the mind was, to tie up all her wishes with colors of worry.
And so, here she was, darting through the trees like a wayward banshee, trying to run off some of her anxieties. Translucent claws dug into the ground in a sudden stop as a heavy sigh left the burdened female. Now, she walked slowly through the tall grasses of a meadow, almost completely lost within their light embraces. Light smiles would cross slim maw as various fireflies danced through the air before her, behind her, and around her. Oh how she was missing dancing... it was difficult to dance in lupine form, after all... but an improvised dance weaved its way into her walk, orbs of frosty light glinting with each firefly that passed.
Well... at least she could try to have fun, right?