12-06-2017, 05:06 PM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
She has fallen into the life of the fox, solitary and silent, living within the dark shadows of the forest.Sometimes she hunts, but mostly she scavenges off the food of others, or whatever happens to be in her eyesight. The summer’s warmth has brought may invertebrates and other delicious delicacies, and the tiny fox lifts her head as the night alights with the soft glow of fireflies.
The dimming sun is fire against the tall meadow grasses, igniting them in oranges and reds of sunset. She, graceful and quick as ever, flits through the still and silent grass, jumping at the low floating insects as they illuminate, her tiny paws grasping at their light, or snaps of her sharp teeth snagging them. The equine within her is not hungry, but sometimes she cannot help the instinct that crawls within her, and Crevan had taught her to listen to it.
Merida stops for a moment at the thought of him, stopping to sit on her haunches as her delicate ribs expand and tighten as she catches her breath, ember-colored eyes glancing up as the last rays of light peek out from the horizon. The fireflies lazily bump against the thickness of her red fur, some landing around her neck and chest, blinking dimly. She wonders if he is there, somewhere within the shadows stalking the night with the lumbering pale form of his wolf, a terrible and frightening sight to some, but a calming relief to her.
But he is gone from her, just as everyone eventually is.
With sudden quickness, she stands on all four of her petite paws, snout thrusting in the air to sniff heavily. The fireflies that had rested on her fur now dart away from her at the movement, her tail becoming full and bushy as a new scent arrives on the otherwise stagnant air of the meadow. It is unfamiliar, but somehow reminds her of something, and she exhales through her nose with a toss of her head, broad ears pricking forward.
She smells a shifter.
@[Arete]