Oct 8, 2013 17:25:22 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Oct 8, 2013 17:25:22 GMT -5
It was quiet. Utterly quiet. Quiet like the first brooding of dawn, or quiet like the intermittent lapse of air flow between breaths. And Chalandra, in all her recent activities (or rather, lack thereof) was wide awake beneath the faded, orange sphere that sank from the sky, watching that same stillness of pines with a certain, lingering apathy in her bones. She raised for a lengthy yawn, shook her silver head, and laid her muzzle back on her paws. The blue eyes leveled and blinked, once, twice, as her form melted slowly into the background of underbrush and tangled vines.[/size]
Here she was, wasting time again. It had become a habit ever since leaving Nirco to himself, and one that bothered her on particularly bad days when it rained too much or the prey wasn't as plentiful. Laying around and watching the scenery was pointless in some respects. It was exactly as she described it to herself--a waste of good time--and something from within grumbled loudly whenever she settled down for the night's musings. She should be doing something productive, she should be with others, she should be somewhere. Sometimes, she even second guessed her choice to cut ties and abandon Nirco. But regardless of the rest, the silence--the striking, loud, obnoxious silence--was what agitated her the most. It was so quiet it was loud, booming in her ears when all she wanted was rest, reverberating her own suspicions about her surroundings for the night, and proving impossible to override when speculation about Nirco came up.
However, trying to ignore any impulse about the black male was much harder than Chalandra had originally planned it to be. He consistently made an appearance in her dreams, with that same reserved attitude and ability to talk over her sexual nature as if nothing unusual was occurring. She'd wake up expecting to roll over into that gorgeous mess of black fur and warm, intense heat, and would wind up being dismayed when greeted by the coolness of another silent morning and an empty, empty space. She'd snarl angrily and leave her sleeping place quickly as she shook off the hurt, removing the sleep from her vision with a few stubborn blinks and the decision to put more miles between the two of them.
Those were her days. Those were her nights. When would it end? She couldn't go back, not now. Hell, she didn't even know the way back if she'd had even the slightest impulse to return... Sighing, Chalandra pushed the thoughts of her almost lover away, and tried vainly to narrow her thoughts on something else remotely productive. Considering she hadn't eaten within the last day, and couldn't quite remember the last time she'd actually had a meal, that would be a good starting point. Scavenging was her main food directory anymore, since deer weren't extremely prevalent in the Schreien Forest and she hadn't the energy or drive to find a more serious meal like a rabbit or grouse. Rising from the ground, she licked her grey chest fur with a chill of excitement. Maybe tonight she could find something to keep for a while, something she wouldn't have to fight a fox or badger over--snap.
Just like that, thick fear spread over Chalandra's pelt and she lowered herself as close to the ground as possible. The sound had come from only tail-lengths away and she held her breath as she waited for whatever it was to pass. Now that she thought about it, the Schreien Forest was infamous in a lot of compromising ways she hadn't considered when picking a place to spend the night...