November 13, 2017, 08:34:01 PM
speech ♚ thoughts
The trees swayed, casting their shadow on the ground below as they danced to the breeze blown in from the ocean. Even from this distance, the salt in the air could be tasted by Moons. The maroon female lay beneath the shade of a Jacanda tree, basking in the array of scents that her sensitive nose analyzed. It was a peaceful sight, something that calmed her soul in ways that many other things could not.
With a sigh, Moons directed her gaze to the far distance. Her fur was more gray now; it was apparent that she had gained a few years. Not that she was old -- she would laugh it off if anyone pointed it out. She was just a young grandmother! But it did not escape her notice that her coat was changing. Her body just refused to acknowledge the change. Perhaps it was her lifestyle as a soldier that kept her mind young. Still, at the age of seven she had seen and done a lot. It was the reason she sometimes felt the way she did now; tired, but not wanting to rest. Instead she allowed herself these few moments of relaxation, laying beneath a purple tree and enjoying the sights.
Vaguely she watched others walk by, smiling at those who made eye contact with her. Such was the personality of the Marchioness. Her public face was always that of the energetic wolf she wished to be for the world, even when she didn't feel it herself. Frankly, Moons wasn't sure what brought on this sudden exhaustion. This time though, she gave in a little to it, and remained there in the shade. Perhaps the presence of another would cheer her up and spark her energy. Naturally though, she did not seek anyone out in particular. Moons as always, refused to burden others with her problems.
"Perhaps today isn't one of those days," she mumbled to herself with a small smile. Her tail thumped a few times on the ground, and her gaze lifted to the skies. From above, a small flower broke free from the branch it was on, and floated down to the wolf below. Moons watched the flower drift down, and it landed on her nose. With a small laugh, she tilted her head down so that it continued to fall onto her paws. There she held the flower in her front paws as she watched the world of Inaria drift around her, much like the flower she now held.
With a sigh, Moons directed her gaze to the far distance. Her fur was more gray now; it was apparent that she had gained a few years. Not that she was old -- she would laugh it off if anyone pointed it out. She was just a young grandmother! But it did not escape her notice that her coat was changing. Her body just refused to acknowledge the change. Perhaps it was her lifestyle as a soldier that kept her mind young. Still, at the age of seven she had seen and done a lot. It was the reason she sometimes felt the way she did now; tired, but not wanting to rest. Instead she allowed herself these few moments of relaxation, laying beneath a purple tree and enjoying the sights.
Vaguely she watched others walk by, smiling at those who made eye contact with her. Such was the personality of the Marchioness. Her public face was always that of the energetic wolf she wished to be for the world, even when she didn't feel it herself. Frankly, Moons wasn't sure what brought on this sudden exhaustion. This time though, she gave in a little to it, and remained there in the shade. Perhaps the presence of another would cheer her up and spark her energy. Naturally though, she did not seek anyone out in particular. Moons as always, refused to burden others with her problems.
"Perhaps today isn't one of those days," she mumbled to herself with a small smile. Her tail thumped a few times on the ground, and her gaze lifted to the skies. From above, a small flower broke free from the branch it was on, and floated down to the wolf below. Moons watched the flower drift down, and it landed on her nose. With a small laugh, she tilted her head down so that it continued to fall onto her paws. There she held the flower in her front paws as she watched the world of Inaria drift around her, much like the flower she now held.