09-28-2020, 09:28 PM
looking around, toes dug into wood grains, water dripping from short coat, seaweed tangled around legs and breath short, stood a ebony-toned she-cat, her ears standing up, shivering from the coastal breeze. huffing softly, she groaned at the cold, licking at her fur, trying to chase out the cold sea water. she had been elsewhere, a beach, hunting for fish when a dog had come up behind her, grabbed her by the scruff, and thrown her out to water. she didn't remember anything other than the dull throbbing pain of her head, the molly cautiously raising a paw to touch the back of her skull, half expecting to find herself injured and bleeding to death. much to her surprise, she found no such wounds. inhaling shakily, she looked at the dock under her paws, inhaling a breath as it swayed but remained stable. twisting her head up, she gazed at the light, recalling having seen the bright light while her body was adrift in the current, and swimming towards it. gazing around, she took in the massive tree half swallowed by mists, shivering at the eerie sight before her eyes took in the hill before her. did she have to climb that? she hoped not.
it didn't seem like there was any other way in, and there was a pathway merging with the base of the dock ... it had to be safe, right? swallowing anxiously, the molly began her climb up the hill, trembling legs bringing her to a boulder where she leaned and huffed out a tired breath. urging her legs onward, the dark molly climbed upward, taking her time, suspiciously eyeing the gentle orange glow at the crest. trudging forward, she slowly took the crown of the hill, resting against boulders on her way up, eyes treated by the sight of some inn, warm and welcoming. her nose was filled with the scent of brine, unaware of any borders being crossed. exhaling, she sat down near one of the roots, licking a many toed paw, drawing it over her ears, emerald eyes fixed on the doors as she cautiously spoke, "hello? is anyone there?", this place certainly looked inhabited, why else would the lanterns be lit?
it didn't seem like there was any other way in, and there was a pathway merging with the base of the dock ... it had to be safe, right? swallowing anxiously, the molly began her climb up the hill, trembling legs bringing her to a boulder where she leaned and huffed out a tired breath. urging her legs onward, the dark molly climbed upward, taking her time, suspiciously eyeing the gentle orange glow at the crest. trudging forward, she slowly took the crown of the hill, resting against boulders on her way up, eyes treated by the sight of some inn, warm and welcoming. her nose was filled with the scent of brine, unaware of any borders being crossed. exhaling, she sat down near one of the roots, licking a many toed paw, drawing it over her ears, emerald eyes fixed on the doors as she cautiously spoke, "hello? is anyone there?", this place certainly looked inhabited, why else would the lanterns be lit?