Post by ivy on May 3, 2010 10:06:23 GMT -5
Oh, how she ached. It had been, without question, one of the worst night's Ivy had seen in quite some time. And it had seemed to last forever. Now, as the forest lightened, Ivy realized that it was not just the canopy keeping the sun from warming her tired bones, but a thick blanket of fog that somehow managed to worsen as the night progressed. Cold, sore, tired, and irritable, Ivy scowled and trudged onward. The previous night had reminded her of those back home, and made her grateful for her thick coat. If a late summer night proved to be that trying here, she did not want to imagine what the swift approaching winter months might feel like. And never before had she seen any forest so devoid of life. Now that morning had arrived, once in a while the harsh scream of some bird would manage to cut through the fog, but other than that, Ivy was relatively sure she was the only living creature. Briefly, she wondered if she'd even encounter another during her journey through this forsaken land... Not that she cared either way, but it seemed to make more sense that she wouldn't. At this very moment, she couldn't imagine anyone willingly spending time in this place.
Ivy paused, taking a moment to stretch her slender form, opening her muzzle in a wide yawn. Only here in the past few hours was it really hitting her just how tired she was. She didn't remember how long she'd been moving, and as her stomach gave a low rumble, she realized she didn't know when the last time she'd eaten had been, either. Better put that thought out of your mind, girl... she thought to herself. She had little hope of finding a meal in this barren forest. Ivy took the time while she was stopped to examine her surroundings. Still, the only thing that was really remarkable about the woods was the cold. And the fog... The fog was atrocious... Not that she could see much further than a couple of feet in front of her to really assess the situation. Ivy sighed and scrubbed her itching shoulder against the trunk of a tree, dirtying her white coat even worse than it was to begin with. Not that it mattered to her much at the moment... Her expectations for company were low. And so, Ivy continued onward... Hoping that she'd soon emerge from this cold and unwelcoming place, ideally to find food and warmth. As she traveled, Ivy also noted the silence. With the exception of the crunching leaf layer and the occasional twig that snapped under her dainty paws, the silence greeted her ears with such intensity it could have almost been called a roar. A slight scowl still danced on her features, though it would have turned to a smile had she been aware that with the exception of her crunching feet and the mud smeared on her near perfect white pelt, she may very well have been mistaken for one of the ghosts supposedly haunting the lands in which she now prowled...
Ivy paused, taking a moment to stretch her slender form, opening her muzzle in a wide yawn. Only here in the past few hours was it really hitting her just how tired she was. She didn't remember how long she'd been moving, and as her stomach gave a low rumble, she realized she didn't know when the last time she'd eaten had been, either. Better put that thought out of your mind, girl... she thought to herself. She had little hope of finding a meal in this barren forest. Ivy took the time while she was stopped to examine her surroundings. Still, the only thing that was really remarkable about the woods was the cold. And the fog... The fog was atrocious... Not that she could see much further than a couple of feet in front of her to really assess the situation. Ivy sighed and scrubbed her itching shoulder against the trunk of a tree, dirtying her white coat even worse than it was to begin with. Not that it mattered to her much at the moment... Her expectations for company were low. And so, Ivy continued onward... Hoping that she'd soon emerge from this cold and unwelcoming place, ideally to find food and warmth. As she traveled, Ivy also noted the silence. With the exception of the crunching leaf layer and the occasional twig that snapped under her dainty paws, the silence greeted her ears with such intensity it could have almost been called a roar. A slight scowl still danced on her features, though it would have turned to a smile had she been aware that with the exception of her crunching feet and the mud smeared on her near perfect white pelt, she may very well have been mistaken for one of the ghosts supposedly haunting the lands in which she now prowled...
