12-19-2017, 05:20 PM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
In another time, Merida would have questioned the reasoning as to why she could understand what another breed of mammal had been saying. The sound of a bird landing on a thin branch rouses her, an ear tipping backwards towards the sound before she turns her head over her orange neck, the white of her chin tipping upwards towards the tree behind her. But now, with her knowledge of shifters increasing, the fox only boredly flits her ember-like gaze towards the rather large black bird, meeting its glassy blue eyes with her gaze beneath a hooded brow. “Aren’t we all?” she replies coldly, the soft thump of her tail echoing against the slick stone beneath her as she turns herself forward again, staring into the expanse of the forest before her. A few moments pass and she slides onto the white of her belly, relishing the coolness that meets her skin. Her slender brown legs stretch and her pointed snout tips upwards towards the raven’s perch, her jaw opening in a yawn to reveal tiny and sharp teeth as her tongue curls. “Some would consider a raven a bad omen, you know,” she muses thoughtfully as her yawn finishes, a single back leg reaching forward to scratch at one of her broad, brown-tipped ears. She sprawls out on her side now, happy to be in the presence of a shifter that, for once, left her as the top predator. Wolves, tigers, bears - it’s almost refreshing to see something different and less beastly. “Are you my bad omen?” Her voice is lazy, unassuming. The bright orange of her eyelids fold half-way over the fiery red of her eyes, a sleepy look befalling the fox as it rests on the boulder.
Autumn has hit Sylva in full force, and with it came the familiar chill that ruffles the thick fur of the fox’s neck. It is crisp and clear - all that death and decay and rot from before is slowly drifting away, as well as the scent of Crevan. A tiny whine escapes her throat.
Moments have passed and though her eyes are still closed she is intently listening to the world around her and actively thinking. And now, she decides to think out loud. “Are the haunts gone?” As if the crow would know that she meant the dwellers that had fallen silent - those who had no names in Merida’s mind but were known far and wide in Beqanna - Thana, Gryffen, the others.
@[Dahmer] <3