07-21-2019, 02:19 PM
idyllfields
stars did fall
idyllfields never was quite the nightly person. they much preferred the sunlight on their back while they succeeded in their duties as a sage. that wasn't to say that the occasional nightly walk was out of the question. the coyote was feeling nostalgic that particular night as they had passed by their bookshelf. an old book that father jamison had lent to them had stuck out earlier that afternoon and, while the search for their father was on hold, they still wanted to take a moment to think of him.
the stars had been the main focus of the book, thus idyllfields spent the night with their gaze to the sky. their direction was mostly autopilot as they focused on identifying the constellations above. hercules was the most visible this month along with draco. while their legs moved for them across the territory, they had little awareness of their surroundings. it wasn't until the odd scent of tanglewood had stopped them. idyll looked away from the stars to see a tall figure in front of them paired with a cat and... ugh
idyllfields crouched down and covered their nose as the scent of the burnt corpse touched their nose. they stumbled out closer to beck, nose scrunched. "what is that? it smells awful." idyll choked out, a grimace stuck to their face. there wasn't much of a response given, unfortunately. idyll had been met with silence... then nothing. their scent all but lingered on the scene but nowhere to be found.
the stars had been the main focus of the book, thus idyllfields spent the night with their gaze to the sky. their direction was mostly autopilot as they focused on identifying the constellations above. hercules was the most visible this month along with draco. while their legs moved for them across the territory, they had little awareness of their surroundings. it wasn't until the odd scent of tanglewood had stopped them. idyll looked away from the stars to see a tall figure in front of them paired with a cat and... ugh
idyllfields crouched down and covered their nose as the scent of the burnt corpse touched their nose. they stumbled out closer to beck, nose scrunched. "what is that? it smells awful." idyll choked out, a grimace stuck to their face. there wasn't much of a response given, unfortunately. idyll had been met with silence... then nothing. their scent all but lingered on the scene but nowhere to be found.
holding hands, making light .
they/them — typhoon — eastern coyote