03-27-2020, 08:37 PM
Meiilyn
..and the strength of the wolf is the pack..and the strength of the wolf is the pack
The suns rays break over the land that is Beqanna as the burning body of gas makes its slow way towards the apex of the sky. Clumped here and there are groups of horses, every shape, size and colour imaginable. Some have wings or horns or antlers or any matter of extra appendages but all are enjoying the warmth as Spring breaks its hold over the winter.
The suns rays filter down from the sky and break through a medium sized clump of bushes, tiny darts of light dappling the coat of Meiilyn as she lays curled nose to tail on her "bed" of brackish ferns. Black tipped ears flick back and forth as she stirs, the tinkling sound of the water from the nearby waterfall almost lulling her back to sleep.
She uncurls, stretching almost dog-like before rising and shaking the debris from her coat. Her tail flicks from side to side as she pushes through the branches covering the opening to her "den" and blinking a little in the bright sunlight, she makes her way to the nearby lake to quench her thirst. Sufficiently hydrated she takes to cropping the nearby shoots, turning her attention to a beetle crawling up a stalk of grass to prevent the flash of images that threaten to over-take her mind everytime she lets her attention lap.
A half torn rabbit, twisting and spinning like a toy top. Razer beak and a talking louse. Towering canyon walls and a feeling of want and of need. The cloaking of fear she'd felt as the galaxy boy appeared and a half-remember conversation with the same talking louse. Meiilyn's first foray into Beqanna had not been kind to the wolf girl.
The suns rays filter down from the sky and break through a medium sized clump of bushes, tiny darts of light dappling the coat of Meiilyn as she lays curled nose to tail on her "bed" of brackish ferns. Black tipped ears flick back and forth as she stirs, the tinkling sound of the water from the nearby waterfall almost lulling her back to sleep.
She uncurls, stretching almost dog-like before rising and shaking the debris from her coat. Her tail flicks from side to side as she pushes through the branches covering the opening to her "den" and blinking a little in the bright sunlight, she makes her way to the nearby lake to quench her thirst. Sufficiently hydrated she takes to cropping the nearby shoots, turning her attention to a beetle crawling up a stalk of grass to prevent the flash of images that threaten to over-take her mind everytime she lets her attention lap.
A half torn rabbit, twisting and spinning like a toy top. Razer beak and a talking louse. Towering canyon walls and a feeling of want and of need. The cloaking of fear she'd felt as the galaxy boy appeared and a half-remember conversation with the same talking louse. Meiilyn's first foray into Beqanna had not been kind to the wolf girl.
[Urgh so sorry for the garbage.]