Azar
She often spent her days close to her father's side, thick and furry and protective. As bears maybe were by nature. It was almost more comfortable than when he was a horse. She had been born in the woods, raised surrounded by the creatures of a forest. The skittish hare trusted her, the flighty birds settled near by. She was accepted as one of them, these wild things. So it was entirely natural and right that the father to adopt her turned out to be another beast of trees and shadow.
Today, though, she wandered. Her little wings were pinned to her roaned-gray sides and she ventured from one forest to another. From the redwoods of home, to the fiery trees of their neighbors. Bright, green eyes never settled on one thing for too long, taking it all in with quiet enthusiasm.
At any unexpected scents or sounds, she would stop and freeze so still like a young doe, ears and eyes alert. Her breath would slow as though she was blended in with her surroundings, a statue of nature to be overlooked, bypassed. She did that now, actually, startled by sharp snap of twigs some ways before her. The deep mahogany of her face might have blended in to the Taiga's forest, but here the trunks where a paler sort of brown. She didn't blend in as she should, as a true woodland creature would have.
Her ear swiveled to another sound, in another direction. And slowly, so slowly, her head turned to follow. Her eyes widened a little and her mouth opened in a silent gasp, surprised to find someone so close without having noticed them before. She immediately wanted to burrow down and hide beneath her wings, disappear until he passed her by. But he had already spotted her, and it would be useless.
Hu-hullo, she offered quietly, barely heard and broken, a soft breath amidst the sounds of tree whispers. Often, she wouldn't even speak. But he was young like her, and somehow that made it easier. She remained frozen in place though, somehow still afraid to move, still under the spell of being startled.
Today, though, she wandered. Her little wings were pinned to her roaned-gray sides and she ventured from one forest to another. From the redwoods of home, to the fiery trees of their neighbors. Bright, green eyes never settled on one thing for too long, taking it all in with quiet enthusiasm.
At any unexpected scents or sounds, she would stop and freeze so still like a young doe, ears and eyes alert. Her breath would slow as though she was blended in with her surroundings, a statue of nature to be overlooked, bypassed. She did that now, actually, startled by sharp snap of twigs some ways before her. The deep mahogany of her face might have blended in to the Taiga's forest, but here the trunks where a paler sort of brown. She didn't blend in as she should, as a true woodland creature would have.
Her ear swiveled to another sound, in another direction. And slowly, so slowly, her head turned to follow. Her eyes widened a little and her mouth opened in a silent gasp, surprised to find someone so close without having noticed them before. She immediately wanted to burrow down and hide beneath her wings, disappear until he passed her by. But he had already spotted her, and it would be useless.
Hu-hullo, she offered quietly, barely heard and broken, a soft breath amidst the sounds of tree whispers. Often, she wouldn't even speak. But he was young like her, and somehow that made it easier. She remained frozen in place though, somehow still afraid to move, still under the spell of being startled.
um. i finally wrote it <3