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Post by Emzie on Feb 16, 2011 19:02:39 GMT -5
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It had been summer for the last month, but the weather hadn't been very summer-like as of late. The air had a chilly wind, and it had been raining on and off for the last few days. When it wasn't raining, the air was very muggy and sticky. Evren, being of the water element, usually loved rain, but this was getting ridiculous. Her water-proof pelt didn't do much to keep the humidity away from her skin, making her pelt stick to her frame uncomfortably. The leader of the Felines was not impressed with the weather.
Normally, she awoke before sunrise. Her den that was entwined in the roots of a tree was quite comfortable, thus she would linger for many moments before stepping out into the clearing. Her bed of moss was simply too comfortable for her to get up immediately. Today, however, she had rushed out of the den quickly. In her sleep, she had apparently moved off of the moss patch and onto the muddy ground. She awoke caked with warm, sticky mud.
Evren rushed out into the clearing several moments before sunrise. Normally, her blue pelt would glow in this lighting, but instead it was muted down to brown. She was dying to remove it. She padded over to the nearby river, and plopped herself down into the water. Staying underneath the surface for a few moments, she enjoyed the feel of the cool water all around her. She shook her tiny body about, making sure the water got at all the mud.
Bursting through the surface finally, she gasped heavily. The mud was left behind in the river, and the water remaining on her pelt beaded up and dripped off. She only had to shake and fluff her pelt a tad to get mostly dried off. Glancing back at her flank, she was pleased with the results of her bath. Evren then padded back into the clearing of the Feline Camp, and began gently grooming her pelt as she waited for the rest of the tribe to awaken.
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яaνєη
Newborn
Where the broken dreams mingle with the blood of those before
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Post by яaνєη on Feb 16, 2011 22:19:07 GMT -5
Ravyn looked out with her icy blue eyes, they were shimmering the darkness, the cold colour once a gentle blue had turned into pure ice and would never thaw. Her dark raven black fur covered her body, sleek and straight yet so soft. The tiny panther, her frame so small was probably the tiniest panther of all. Which was why there was no other panthers here with her, she was all alone, in this camp she called home. The weather lately matched her personality all alone and so depressed. Raining on and off it seemed was just like her depression. But her sorrow and hatred was always there some days worst then others. It was because of her past, the loss of everything she loved, the latest being her beloved Hissori, and also her brother Phyre.
Ravyn was still in shock, though she denied herself any help she didn't want to lose anyone else, her heart already broken enough as it was could she honestly stand to lose another? No if she lost another she would simply die. Nothing more to it, she was already lost in her void of despair one more tiny push and she would be gone forever.
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