09-24-2018, 05:54 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]The air was starting to cool with the changing of the seasons, a welcome reprieve from the heat that had plagued the land for months now. She did not mind it as much as others, used to such sweltering temperatures, but that was when droughts were uncommon and she could actually stay hydrated, and, more importantly, she was younger and more capable of withstanding them. Now it took some extra effort on her part to not pass out from fatigue because of a little sun, but thankfully Ana was also fit enough to have it come easier than for others.
She worried most for the children and the elderly who did not spend their entire life training as she had. They were the most susceptible to the violent whims of mother nature, and even as the temperatures fell, with them came the threat of winters that could prove to be just as extreme. Not everyone was as hardy as those in the prime of their age, and even though many creatures that called themselves 'immortal' had started to pop up, there were still some out in the world that still needed to fight to survive. She was among them. Fighting was her lifestyle, and the lines of her face weren't getting any more shallow. Ana was growing old, too, and eventually, she would die as well... but that was how life simply went. There was nothing to fight. She had technically escaped the reaper's door already, and the next time around she suspected she wouldn't put up too much of a fight.
A low sigh escaped the feline's jaws, one eye blinking up at the clouded sky that foretold of rain. The storm was still behind her, but it was quickly catching up, rumbling in the distance. She wasn't afraid of a little bit of weather, but it was always nice to have somewhere to stay when it hit... and right now there was a rather obvious lack of suitable shelter anywhere around her. There was nothing but grass, grass and more grass before her, not even a hole or crevice in sight. No, the only way she had to go was forward, in hopes that there would be something there for her to find.
And she hoped she would find it quickly. The static in the air was starting to rise, the fur on her back mirroring it.
[ yells [member=1479]GABRIEL[/member] ]
She worried most for the children and the elderly who did not spend their entire life training as she had. They were the most susceptible to the violent whims of mother nature, and even as the temperatures fell, with them came the threat of winters that could prove to be just as extreme. Not everyone was as hardy as those in the prime of their age, and even though many creatures that called themselves 'immortal' had started to pop up, there were still some out in the world that still needed to fight to survive. She was among them. Fighting was her lifestyle, and the lines of her face weren't getting any more shallow. Ana was growing old, too, and eventually, she would die as well... but that was how life simply went. There was nothing to fight. She had technically escaped the reaper's door already, and the next time around she suspected she wouldn't put up too much of a fight.
A low sigh escaped the feline's jaws, one eye blinking up at the clouded sky that foretold of rain. The storm was still behind her, but it was quickly catching up, rumbling in the distance. She wasn't afraid of a little bit of weather, but it was always nice to have somewhere to stay when it hit... and right now there was a rather obvious lack of suitable shelter anywhere around her. There was nothing but grass, grass and more grass before her, not even a hole or crevice in sight. No, the only way she had to go was forward, in hopes that there would be something there for her to find.
And she hoped she would find it quickly. The static in the air was starting to rise, the fur on her back mirroring it.
[ yells [member=1479]GABRIEL[/member] ]
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden