08-30-2019, 11:11 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Leathery black wings unfurled slowly, carefully, slightly transparent in the noonday sun. This unwavering heat was not something that Etherealgate had ever experienced – not when she had spent countless moons in a cool, dark forest shielded away from harsh sunlight – and the high temperature made her fur stick uncomfortably to her skin. She was well aware of the fact that water surrounded the Typhoon on nearly all sides, but swimming had never been her forte and she worried about the less desirable aspects of submerging herself in water: sharks, mainly. It didn't help that she could barely keep her head above water but she didn't want to think of that.
Drifting high into the sky was another option, but the act of flying terrified her. Her wings, at this point, were for aesthetic purposes only, hardly used for anything accept lifting her onto the branch of a tree when she didn't want to climb. She glanced at them skeptically, noting the point they came to; their overall haunting appearance. Reaper, Her mind whispered. "Gatekeeper," She reminded aloud. There was something dark and twisted about the word 'reaper', something that made her skin crawl. It was true that she was indeed a reaper, but it was such a frightening occupation. A reaper did not deserve the golden-name Etherealgate. So she pretended to be something else instead.
Still hot, and now mildly uncomfortable from the thought of her real identity, Etherealgate decided to seek out some shade. Moving would clear her mind and give her something else to think about. And besides, maybe she would find one of her new clanmates (such a strange word) and strike up a conversation with them.
[member=7409]dovedeparture[/member]
Drifting high into the sky was another option, but the act of flying terrified her. Her wings, at this point, were for aesthetic purposes only, hardly used for anything accept lifting her onto the branch of a tree when she didn't want to climb. She glanced at them skeptically, noting the point they came to; their overall haunting appearance. Reaper, Her mind whispered. "Gatekeeper," She reminded aloud. There was something dark and twisted about the word 'reaper', something that made her skin crawl. It was true that she was indeed a reaper, but it was such a frightening occupation. A reaper did not deserve the golden-name Etherealgate. So she pretended to be something else instead.
Still hot, and now mildly uncomfortable from the thought of her real identity, Etherealgate decided to seek out some shade. Moving would clear her mind and give her something else to think about. And besides, maybe she would find one of her new clanmates (such a strange word) and strike up a conversation with them.
[member=7409]dovedeparture[/member]