Post by Stormee&Whiccal on Oct 25, 2005 19:56:23 GMT
Her senses were at their peak as she slowly plodded along through the trees. The child following her stayed close to her rump. She paused here and there to listen, feel, and look for anything that might be of danger to her child. She cared not for the saftey of herself. Just of her child. Stormee had already lost her mate and 2 other children. She was not about to let Whiccal have a fate as they had.
Her jet hairs had been illuminated by the rays of the sun that had broken through the emerald canopy. The auburn coat of her young one had stayed within her shadow. She paused....
Stormee had sensed something close by, but was not sure yet as to what it was. Whiccal hovered closely by his mother's figure. He knew this was a sign that there was possible danger close by. Stormee raised her head and scented the air. Nothing. She smelled the smell of trees and foliage. But she did hear it. Standing, she stayed. Not a muscle moved on her figure.
Then, in bushes not far, there was a rustling. Stormee lowered her head and perepared herself with bared teeth. Her hair stood on end and her stance spoke loudly of defense.
Out of the bushes now protruded a small nose. A rabbit's nose. Stormee straighted herself and gave a small sigh of relief. This was all? A small creature? She continued to walk on as her stomach was full already.
She came upon a small clearing. She was tired, as was her child. They had traveled for miles. She laid herself near a small rotting log that had long since fallen. Whiccal joined his mother and laid very close to her side. Her fur, warming to the touch. it calmed him quickly inot a restful sleep. Stormee slept lightly. Just in case someting were to happen.
Her jet hairs had been illuminated by the rays of the sun that had broken through the emerald canopy. The auburn coat of her young one had stayed within her shadow. She paused....
Stormee had sensed something close by, but was not sure yet as to what it was. Whiccal hovered closely by his mother's figure. He knew this was a sign that there was possible danger close by. Stormee raised her head and scented the air. Nothing. She smelled the smell of trees and foliage. But she did hear it. Standing, she stayed. Not a muscle moved on her figure.
Then, in bushes not far, there was a rustling. Stormee lowered her head and perepared herself with bared teeth. Her hair stood on end and her stance spoke loudly of defense.
Out of the bushes now protruded a small nose. A rabbit's nose. Stormee straighted herself and gave a small sigh of relief. This was all? A small creature? She continued to walk on as her stomach was full already.
She came upon a small clearing. She was tired, as was her child. They had traveled for miles. She laid herself near a small rotting log that had long since fallen. Whiccal joined his mother and laid very close to her side. Her fur, warming to the touch. it calmed him quickly inot a restful sleep. Stormee slept lightly. Just in case someting were to happen.