For the strength of the pack is the wolf... - Printable Version +- Beqanna (https://beqanna.com/forum) +-- Forum: OOC (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=24) +--- Forum: Archive (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=81) +---- Forum: Field (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=2) +---- Thread: For the strength of the pack is the wolf... (/showthread.php?tid=26463) |
For the strength of the pack is the wolf... - Meiilyn - 03-27-2020 Meiilyn ..and the strength of the wolf is the pack..and the strength of the wolf is the pack [Urgh so sorry for the garbage.] RE: For the strength of the pack is the wolf... - Jesper - 03-27-2020 Instead of heading due north the moment Lepis released him from his sentence, Jesper headed south. Of course, a visit to the Forest is on his list but, he does not stop there. He emerges from the shade of a fir tree in his ashy pelt and canine stature. There is something about feeling the pine needles beneath your paw pads that hooves do not quite capture. His steps are light and, balanced evenly. He pauses as his aquamarine gaze adjusts to the brightness of the Field, beyond the Forest's edge. His silver mane yields to the Spring breeze that combs through his fur. Bronze-tipped ears flick left and right as they scan for any attention-catching sounds. Finding nothing to pique his interest or, alert his senses, Jesper strolls ahead.
The spring grasses tickle his belly as they rapidly fill in the bald landscape. In his fox form, the male is much more conscientious of what happens at his feet. Perhaps, it is because he is physically closer to the ground. Or, because his vision is more sensitive to the subtlest movements. For instance, the flutter of a beetle's wings is far-more eye-catching. Jesper tilts his head as the insect reaches the top of the blade and, realizes that it must either take flight or, head back down. Settling into his study, the ash-colored fox assumes a sit position. His nearly white plumage curls around his front paws, which tuck neatly beneath his shoulders. His aquamarine gaze remains fixated upon the insect and, the dilemma it now faces. All the while, his acute senses are aware of the close proximity of a darkly, dappled gray mare, who grazes nearby. He does not yet acknowledge her though, his radar to detect fellow canines is strong with this one. @[Meiilyn] RE: For the strength of the pack is the wolf... - Meiilyn - 04-03-2020 Meiilyn ..and the strength of the wolf is the pack..and the strength of the wolf is the pack @[Jesper] |