Post by iImagine on Nov 17, 2010 18:11:18 GMT -5
Along the roots of trees a crunchy new frost had settled. It turned the leaf-litter into sparkling little mounds on the hard packed earth, leaves cracking under the weight of a simple slender paw.
The vast November skies bore clouds of ominous design, dark, grey, and cold, like a suffocating blanket that closes you in. There was little breeze, but what rattled through the treetops was an early winter chill.
A slender female watched her paws as she stepped over a rotting log, blackened fungi lining the soft sides. Her rusty orange fur swayed in a chilled wind, and she stalled, before continuing over the log. Her home was a few kilometers behind her, a farmland just out of reach of the forest's shadowy hands where her family and owner resided.
A leaf fluttered by, a sneeze rattling her head.
Ruby had always ventured out into the forest, mostly to have some peace and quiet, her brothers rowdy and loud for lengthy periods. There wasn't usually animals dwindling in the forest here, the trees sparse and thin like bone, but coyotes could sometimes be heard baying at night, calling for their pack-mates to join them for the last meal.
Passing a dying evergreen, it's branches attempting to hang onto the last bit of green surrounded by decaying yellow, a small hare tore at the roots in hopes of digging a new burrow.
The female's ears flicked, and she lowed herself, getting ready to leap like an off looking feline. As she flew forwards, Ruby neglected to notice the hare duck to the side. Her head hit the trunk with a thud, and the yellow needles scattered over her like a smelly snowfall.
Shaking her head, she rid her long-furred ears of the matter and stood up, getting ready to continue on with her walk, the unearthly caw of a crow overhead.
The vast November skies bore clouds of ominous design, dark, grey, and cold, like a suffocating blanket that closes you in. There was little breeze, but what rattled through the treetops was an early winter chill.
A slender female watched her paws as she stepped over a rotting log, blackened fungi lining the soft sides. Her rusty orange fur swayed in a chilled wind, and she stalled, before continuing over the log. Her home was a few kilometers behind her, a farmland just out of reach of the forest's shadowy hands where her family and owner resided.
A leaf fluttered by, a sneeze rattling her head.
Ruby had always ventured out into the forest, mostly to have some peace and quiet, her brothers rowdy and loud for lengthy periods. There wasn't usually animals dwindling in the forest here, the trees sparse and thin like bone, but coyotes could sometimes be heard baying at night, calling for their pack-mates to join them for the last meal.
Passing a dying evergreen, it's branches attempting to hang onto the last bit of green surrounded by decaying yellow, a small hare tore at the roots in hopes of digging a new burrow.
The female's ears flicked, and she lowed herself, getting ready to leap like an off looking feline. As she flew forwards, Ruby neglected to notice the hare duck to the side. Her head hit the trunk with a thud, and the yellow needles scattered over her like a smelly snowfall.
Shaking her head, she rid her long-furred ears of the matter and stood up, getting ready to continue on with her walk, the unearthly caw of a crow overhead.
