08-12-2020, 03:06 PM
[shadow=black,left]THE QUIET ONE[/shadow]
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The desert seems endless. It's a wide expanse of nothing, nothing, and even more nothing, until there's something—and then nothing again?
In the distance, a reddish smudge appears, but it disappears in a blink, only to show up again. Every time it fades from view, it leaves behind a shower of sand and ashes dancing in the wind, the only indication that anything had been there. A beat or two passes, and the figure reappears again, closer to the edge of the jungle. It continues for some time, the figure growing larger with each corporeal burst until, abruptly, it stops.
Q lets out a disgruntled sound as she peers at the sand beneath her paws; it's hot, sweltering, and it would have burnt her pads if they hadn't already been thick and calloused. Still, the sensation is uncomfortable, and she forces herself to teleport again, pushing further and further into the territory until she reappears under the shade of a tree. The ground is significantly cooler under its canopy, and Q takes the time to stop and gather her bearings.
She peers at the change of scenery, noting the ecclectic mix of green and charred black. It had been burnt before. The maned wolf glowers at that, unconsciously shifting the weight off of her scarred leg and giving the old burn a quick, agitated nip, right at the edge of her bandages. She wonders if it's a good idea to go to a place that has seen the horrors an untamed fire can bring, but she decides that it's far too late to change her mind. She's come this far, she'll be damned if she lets some dead trees chase her out.
Q's jaws open in a yawn; she hopes the territory's residents will find her soon and lead her to wherever they stay. In the meantime, she decides to sit down and wait, resting her weary limbs, staring quietly into the half-razed jungle with a blank expression on her face. She stays so impossibly still she might as well be a statue.
[table][tr][td]In the distance, a reddish smudge appears, but it disappears in a blink, only to show up again. Every time it fades from view, it leaves behind a shower of sand and ashes dancing in the wind, the only indication that anything had been there. A beat or two passes, and the figure reappears again, closer to the edge of the jungle. It continues for some time, the figure growing larger with each corporeal burst until, abruptly, it stops.
Q lets out a disgruntled sound as she peers at the sand beneath her paws; it's hot, sweltering, and it would have burnt her pads if they hadn't already been thick and calloused. Still, the sensation is uncomfortable, and she forces herself to teleport again, pushing further and further into the territory until she reappears under the shade of a tree. The ground is significantly cooler under its canopy, and Q takes the time to stop and gather her bearings.
She peers at the change of scenery, noting the ecclectic mix of green and charred black. It had been burnt before. The maned wolf glowers at that, unconsciously shifting the weight off of her scarred leg and giving the old burn a quick, agitated nip, right at the edge of her bandages. She wonders if it's a good idea to go to a place that has seen the horrors an untamed fire can bring, but she decides that it's far too late to change her mind. She's come this far, she'll be damned if she lets some dead trees chase her out.
Q's jaws open in a yawn; she hopes the territory's residents will find her soon and lead her to wherever they stay. In the meantime, she decides to sit down and wait, resting her weary limbs, staring quietly into the half-razed jungle with a blank expression on her face. She stays so impossibly still she might as well be a statue.
5 YEARS
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[/td][td]THE PITT
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
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