She absconds through the ever darkening night with a lithe quickness befitting of her well-refined frame. She scurries gracefully between the trees, taking cautious pause behind each, as deep coffee-brown eyes scan the landscape with rapt attention. She continues her plight as if an imaginary mercenary follow closely - gliding and ducking into the darkest alcoves in an attempt at journeying through these common grounds unnoticed. She is familiar with the conduct in which men often stray and the deepest part of a starless night is not a scenario in which she would willingly choose to welcome strangers. In the light of the morning she will once again don her shroud of confidence. The eerie unbroken darkness that surrounds her places a heavy sense of foreboding upon her already antsy nerves. Perhaps the dawn will be accompanied by her own laughter when looking back upon her exaggerated antics of tonight. Before long the trees become sparse and her panic rises - a strangling vice grip around her pretty throat. The open landscape is rather barren beneath an unforgiving coating of frost. She finds herself shivering due to a conjunction of nervousness and cold as she silently curses her body for the slight betrayal. Her eyes close briefly as she collects herself. This too shall pass. Steadying herself for a potential onslaught of strangers, she leaves the leafless tree line behind as she moves onward. She refuses to remain stagnant and simply wait for faces to rush forth from the inky night. In the open the wind will be her unwitting friend as the scents of others will rush forth with ease. A toss of her dainty head signals a quiet shift downward and more in line with her true demeanor. She is collected and reining her errant anxieties back under control. She retains her mental faculties and continues to survey the area. Small fluted ears perform an almost constant dance as her eyes flit across the flat terrain at random. She is in a cursed limbo - she has always preferred action over reaction in these scenarios, but she finds herself without option. She will wait, watching, and welcome the coming of the morning light. |