Post by saphira on Dec 28, 2011 23:38:08 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/almiramid.png] What in the names of all the Gods had possessed her to fly here, of all places? Strong wing beats thudded in her ears, along with the whooshing of air as it whistled past her. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the weak sunlight that had filtered down to her had not the strength to warm her pelt, especially not with the cutting, biting wind that snapped at her as she swiftly flew. Narrowing her violet eyes against the driving wind, Almira tilted and adjusted her wings according to the air currents, the subtle shifts and flows of the eddies in the air. The she-wolf beat her wings harder against the strong air currents, striving to stay on course until she could land. She growled lowly under her breath, wings beginning to feel heavy as lead as she battled against the wind that was trying to blow her away. It was no good; the wind was too strong. She would have to land. Her lip curled in distaste, a glint of ivory teeth showing. Almira let loose a long sigh, spiralling lower and lower, before touching paw on the land, stumbling slightly from her stiff limbs. Tired, she stood panting, tongue lolling out and letting her silver-blue-white wings drag on the ground, as she herself tumbled to the ground with a grateful huff. Almira raised her head after a moment, eyes wide as she took in the ominous view of the surrounding forest. Unlike most forests she had been in, this one seemed to almost have a mind of its own. Its very own personality. Sinister. Dark. Mysterious. Dangerous. Unpredictable. She shivered slightly, eyes pricking forward as she purposefully quietened her breathing, closing her eyes and letting her other senses sharpen. Instantly, the scents and smells of the forest flooded over her, washing over her. All was usual – until a sound made her jump out of her wits. Springing to her paws, she ignored the slight twinge of her muscles and spun round, venturing deeper into the forest to find out what it was. Better to be prepared than be caught unawares, right? She drifted silently through the dense foliage, folding her large wings neatly as she caught a scent of another. Her paws padded softly on the grass, her nose up in the air to constantly scent for danger. Something about this place put her on edge – made her fur stand on end. A faint rustle sounded, and the she-wolf spun around hastily, teeth bared in warning, only to see – no one. Her breath caught in her throat, and Almira cursed her pelt for being so brilliantly white. She knew her presence would be easily spotted by others. She half-spread her wings, ready to leap up into the sky at the first sign of trouble. Somehow, the wolf felt she would rather do battle with the elements than any of the creatures that lurked here, in this curiously lifeless zone. [style=border-top: 1px solid #4c6666; margin-top: 3px; padding: 3px 5px 0px;]Words;; 494 Tagged;; Open Credits;; White wolf from Dawnthieves |
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