It was warm. The sun gleamed down into the soft green grass below the trees, fallen leaves hinting to fall catching the light and reflecting it into the sky. There was so much light; so much sunshine and gleaming white light, fruit and beautiful smells leaking off into the air. The sky was a lucious blue, the whites of clouds puffy and gleaming with a vibrant radiation. A white vixen looked up into the beautiful blue, her eyes silvery and watching the tenacious blue wilt across the sky. The wind blew in her face, wrapping around her in a hug that screamed Home. A humming bird flew around her legs, pivoting and hovering in front of her optics, staring and tilting its head back and forth. The dam smiled, the green and red of the bird pale as the fluttering of its wings produced a hum that was natural and gorgeous. It circled once around her cranium before turning and heading back into the sky, and endless pit that would never forgive. She loathed this beautiful sunshine, the feeling of the warmth wrap around her body and pull her in.
She wanted to stand there forever, watch and listen to the life around her, experience every moment of it in case it drifted away. But things always drift away; you can never keep anything. Now, the edges of the dam's vision started to cloud, the edges of black creeping out from her nightmares and into the world she wanted to call her own. But it was slipping away. The dark was moving, a huge cloud of nothing springing about a hundred yards away from her and burning away the glittered grass sparkling with dew. No, the dark was fast; it was running. The white ess turned, the beginning of fear branded across her face. She broke into a run, the feeling of the wind that once wrapped around her now pushing her back. The warmth was gone, a shiver of cold working its way up her spine. She turned he head back to the black charging at her, the distance between them less than fifty yards away. No. She couldn't let it catch her; she couldn't suffocate under a blank nothingness she never wanted to see. Twenty yards. She wasnt fast enough. There was no way she could be fast enough. Ten. Her black paws tripped over a root sticking out of the ground. One. Darkness pulled over her, the remaining light of day reclusing into the tiny holes in the back of her mind.
The vixen woke to the darkness of her den, the darkness she never could get rid of. The warmth of her body did not do anything for the sake of the cold, the freezing wind blowing through the entrance of her hole. It was time to move, go out and live another day. Wind was thrown against her white face, crystals getting stuck in her ears and mouth, a glint of ivories showing as she snaked her tongue out over her nares. The snow was chilling, probably whiter than it had been the day before. The ess flicked an aud, hearing only the slightest bit of a bird flapping its wings and disappearing out over the canopy of trees. The vixen headed out into the world, a blank state of darkness not doing anything to guide her in this very cruel world. The Alphess of Andere had not given her an answer yet, and Mink did not even know her name. Perhaps that would get her in trouble, she didn't know. This would be her very first pack, the solitary life of a loner bound with her by the very day she was born. And not to mention she was blind. Mink did not often wake with her mouth forced into a frown. Life has treated her well besides her disability, if one should call it that at all. Her lack of sight gave her hearing that was impeccable. By the scent of the breeze, morning had just come alive, the sounds of ice melting awakening the forest more than the sun already had.
Mink headed off in a direction she had not encountered before, the raw taste of adventure curling her kissers from a frown into a smile. Her walk was light, her pace fast as she wanted to get whatever today was supposed to bring to her done. Half an hour later, something just didn't seem right. The air was funny, dank and musty as she slowed her black socked paws. Flickering her ears and tasting the wind, it seemed empty, the beings once here escaping out into the plethora of land. Mink began he hiking once more, but was put to a halt, the hard of rock plastering onto her features. A tiny yip flew from her mouth, taking a step back and catching her breath. But something still was not right. Even if a giant rock corrupted her journey, the event of something else being there unnerved her. She held her breath, focusing in on the sounds she was trying to keep at bay. Was that...breathing she heard? It was barely audible, but barely was more than enough. Without taking another step forward, a whisper flowed from the depths of her throat. "Hello?"
.: ThunderFoot :. |