Post by Vintage on Jan 31, 2006 20:15:59 GMT -5
Steps dragged heavy and lazily through the mist, dark troubled eyes peered ahead in the thin and meager light. The vixen shivered, her muscles rippling under their hueless coat. Though Dark, she disliked being in this forest, and wished to rapidly begone with it.
The mist was making her drowsy, though she tried her hardest to stay alert. Ears pricked, eyes drooping, she continued her slow treck through the dismal forest, stopping occaisionaly to scratch at an insect bite or an itch, or to simply rest.
Pillars aching, even though her journey had only begun in the morning, she tried to see through the mist to the edge of the forest. The small bit of light only gave fantastic shapes to the fog in the air, making it all the harder to see. Discouraged, the mare plodded on, stopping a few minutes later at a loud crack in the underbrush. Staying stock still, except for her swiveling ears, Everlong listened the the silence, heard nothing more, then continued on her treck.
Crack.
Whipping around, the dark-hearted vix stood squarely, nostrils blowing at the sudden movement. Sweat beggining to appear on her grey coat, she continued warily, feeling more and more drained with every step. Her arched neck soon drooped to her knees, ears closing and opening with every jolting step her hooves took. The heavy mist pressed in on her on all sides, making it hard to breathe.
Crack.
Everlong barely lifted her head. The fog swallowed her, making her almost impossible to see, but her heavy breathing gave her away. Shaking her head, she winced at the dull pain that accompanied the movement. One hesitant step forward. Two hesitant steps forward. No more sounds for now. Step after weary step she walked on, great heart pounding hard against her ribcage and tail nearly brushing the ground.
Crack.
[/i][/sub][/center]The mist was making her drowsy, though she tried her hardest to stay alert. Ears pricked, eyes drooping, she continued her slow treck through the dismal forest, stopping occaisionaly to scratch at an insect bite or an itch, or to simply rest.
Pillars aching, even though her journey had only begun in the morning, she tried to see through the mist to the edge of the forest. The small bit of light only gave fantastic shapes to the fog in the air, making it all the harder to see. Discouraged, the mare plodded on, stopping a few minutes later at a loud crack in the underbrush. Staying stock still, except for her swiveling ears, Everlong listened the the silence, heard nothing more, then continued on her treck.
Crack.
Whipping around, the dark-hearted vix stood squarely, nostrils blowing at the sudden movement. Sweat beggining to appear on her grey coat, she continued warily, feeling more and more drained with every step. Her arched neck soon drooped to her knees, ears closing and opening with every jolting step her hooves took. The heavy mist pressed in on her on all sides, making it hard to breathe.
Crack.
Everlong barely lifted her head. The fog swallowed her, making her almost impossible to see, but her heavy breathing gave her away. Shaking her head, she winced at the dull pain that accompanied the movement. One hesitant step forward. Two hesitant steps forward. No more sounds for now. Step after weary step she walked on, great heart pounding hard against her ribcage and tail nearly brushing the ground.
Crack.