from the ashes, a fire will be woken | jesper

[Merida]

Merida

from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken

With the turn of the sun brought cooler weather and changing leaves – with it, it also brought mischief. 

Deep within the silent forest, where the coolness of the autumn air is still and unwavering, there is movement.  Nothing is seen except for a twitch of tail, full and white, bouncing quickly through the underbrush. Dark, slender paws thrum quietly against the dirt, barely touching the forest floor for more than a second. The smallish figure darts gracefully, her movement lithe and quick with each bound. Her fur is a brilliant reddish orange beneath the speckles of sunlight that shine through the open branches of the tall trees, the brilliant white of her underbelly flashing as she runs. Her fast moving body kicks up dust that catches the light, sparkling like gold in the autumnal world around her.

Finally she halts, her ribcage expanding and tightening with her quickened breaths. A single paw is curled as if she is going to take another step, her black nose twitching as she inhales the scents and smells around her – scents that she had never smelled before in her equine form. She flicks her tail, her blazing and fiery red eyes peering out into the darkness of the forest. She is expecting Crevan - the behemoth of a wolf that she could confidently say is her only companion. It is normal for him to hide within the shadows and attempt to catch her off her guard, and sometimes even fight with the vulpine despite her small stature compared to his own. It taught her resilience and gave her strength, so when the sudden sound of another approaching catches her trained ears, she is ready for a battle. 

Ears, brilliantly orange and white, flick backwards as her dark lips peel back to reveal her fangs, small and delicate but incredibly sharp, while the fur on her back begins to bristle. She crouches low, swishing her now-bushy tail back and forth behind her in agitation.

“Show yourself,” the little red fox snarls with the fierce demand, her eyes searching through the trees for the figure she knows has been watching her.

@[Jesper]