12-13-2017, 08:09 PM
For a while she had felt quite reluctant to leave the Taiga, perhaps anxious that it'd be ripped away once again. She was not worried about losing it itself exactly, but instead worried of being without the option of being there. Sometimes at night she would dream of the entire forest sunk into the ocean, skulls with eyeless holes and wide open jaws, waterlogged skin sloughing off the bone (tender). And then sometimes it was fire and air as thick as sap, and she could taste the ash and singed hair. She woke up from those ones gagging, usually. But they were just dreams, not visions. The visions always felt real, and sometimes they were feelings or passing images, patterns and fractals and semi-images. Regularly death, regularly regularly destruction and decay and the bleak, empty eternity of the future. The Taiga's future, though, was a black hole, frustrating in the intensity and wideness of its blankness. She saw nothing, she felt nothing, she heard nothing.
Regardless, the redwood forest had not fallen yet. She felt it though, the itch in her feet which bade her to move on. It could not support her anyway, and while she did quite enjoy eating the rabbits (since they were trying to sabotage Kolera's efforts of regrowing the Taiga, after all), she could not live off rabbits forever. She makes her way across the river, into the Forest. Hunting was always hit and miss here; there tended to be too many equines, too much of a chance of the alarm being raised. But there were also many deer here, and deer always made a good meal.
This time, she is successful. With her stomach full and a halo of blood still smeared around her mouth, she shifts back into her horse form to lie down briefly, to rest, to digest. Perhaps spoilt by the tranquility and safety of the Taiga, she ends up falling asleep, and dreams, once again, of the entirety of Beqanna being swallowed by the sea.
@[Lokii]
Regardless, the redwood forest had not fallen yet. She felt it though, the itch in her feet which bade her to move on. It could not support her anyway, and while she did quite enjoy eating the rabbits (since they were trying to sabotage Kolera's efforts of regrowing the Taiga, after all), she could not live off rabbits forever. She makes her way across the river, into the Forest. Hunting was always hit and miss here; there tended to be too many equines, too much of a chance of the alarm being raised. But there were also many deer here, and deer always made a good meal.
This time, she is successful. With her stomach full and a halo of blood still smeared around her mouth, she shifts back into her horse form to lie down briefly, to rest, to digest. Perhaps spoilt by the tranquility and safety of the Taiga, she ends up falling asleep, and dreams, once again, of the entirety of Beqanna being swallowed by the sea.
@[Lokii]