03-19-2022, 12:38 AM
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Life was hard to find here, and much harder to keep. If not the sun, the the lack thereof. If not the flora, the fauna. Most everything here was both yin and yang for the wanderers and could bring both life and death. It was this that made Bonnie respect the inhabitants of the Pitt, a group which she now had assimilated. They were much like their surroundings, bringers of life and death. Blood which bathed the earth gave way for new life.
It was then no surprise to find herself face to face with yet another bloody maw. She approached silently through the sifting sands. "Do you have business with The Pitt?" Bonnies voice rang like a bell, its softness juxtaposed with the damning scene. Though she now was used to bloody strangers, those not of Pitt-origin still rose the fur along her spine. The healer could only hope the line of heads between them kept any ill-intent at bay.
Taking a closer look at the panther Bonnie realized just how massive he was. Body several times the size of her own. That, and that he was black. Black. Black. The sun baring down on them brought out his faint spotting and a certain luxurious sheen to his fur. Bonnie could practically feel the heat radiating off him. At least he hadn't arrived as she had. Dehydrated, disheveled, and pitifully coughing on murky puddles. He likely had better luck because he'd had a destination. She'd simply found this place on sheer luck. Well, maybe not luck. Bonnie had entered the desert as a plea for death and now laid perpetually on the edge. If anything, this was purgatory.
Meeting eyes with the horned feline Bonnies breath was taken aback. His eyes were gorgeous. Pools of gold. Such luster they'd make kings blush with shame. Surely nothing good could be so beautiful. Eyes like pitfalls, she fell like prey beneath his gaze. Bonnie swallowed thickly, noting the slightly faster pace of her heart and willed it to slow. She hadn't felt like that since...a wave of cold passed through her, overpowering any heat she may of felt.
A slight ruffle of feathers brought her attention to a similarly glossy raven. It's intelligent gaze piercing through the she-wolfs layers of composure. As though it could read her thoughts the bird shifted about on its perch. Taking a deep breath Bonnie came to find that every moment that passed under the strangers scrutiny made her more and more uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with her own thoughts.
It was then no surprise to find herself face to face with yet another bloody maw. She approached silently through the sifting sands. "Do you have business with The Pitt?" Bonnies voice rang like a bell, its softness juxtaposed with the damning scene. Though she now was used to bloody strangers, those not of Pitt-origin still rose the fur along her spine. The healer could only hope the line of heads between them kept any ill-intent at bay.
Taking a closer look at the panther Bonnie realized just how massive he was. Body several times the size of her own. That, and that he was black. Black. Black. The sun baring down on them brought out his faint spotting and a certain luxurious sheen to his fur. Bonnie could practically feel the heat radiating off him. At least he hadn't arrived as she had. Dehydrated, disheveled, and pitifully coughing on murky puddles. He likely had better luck because he'd had a destination. She'd simply found this place on sheer luck. Well, maybe not luck. Bonnie had entered the desert as a plea for death and now laid perpetually on the edge. If anything, this was purgatory.
Meeting eyes with the horned feline Bonnies breath was taken aback. His eyes were gorgeous. Pools of gold. Such luster they'd make kings blush with shame. Surely nothing good could be so beautiful. Eyes like pitfalls, she fell like prey beneath his gaze. Bonnie swallowed thickly, noting the slightly faster pace of her heart and willed it to slow. She hadn't felt like that since...a wave of cold passed through her, overpowering any heat she may of felt.
A slight ruffle of feathers brought her attention to a similarly glossy raven. It's intelligent gaze piercing through the she-wolfs layers of composure. As though it could read her thoughts the bird shifted about on its perch. Taking a deep breath Bonnie came to find that every moment that passed under the strangers scrutiny made her more and more uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with her own thoughts.
appearance / wolf / the pitt