03-08-2022, 11:35 AM
let it all come out and burn like a fire
They had woken her from slumber, and that, more than anything else, annoys her. Of course, in her present state, they would never even know. Which is almost as annoying as being disturbed. In the dim light of the forest, she is nearly always imbued with strength, but with the sun still hanging heavy in the sky outside the dark confines of the trees, she is invisible.
Huffing out an annoyed breath, Wrenley watches the small group. It had become abundantly clear they were here to claim leadership of Taiga. This does not bother her in the slightest. Her family has dwelled in this forest for ages while many others with ambition in their eyes had come to claim the seat and been gone just as quickly.
They had always been the silent protector’s of this place though. A fact in which Wrenley takes no small amount of pride. Of course, it’s not her that serves as protection so much as her shadowy relations, but semantics. They never cared to claim the credit anyway. She is not nearly so humble.
It’s hard to say how many eyes there might be secreted in the shadows or if she alone is watching. She never tried to track her siblings. It is impossible anyway.
Standing silent sentinel in the shadows isn’t truly what she wants to do, though she has little choice. Another irritated huff of breath escapes her as she eyes the group, expression sour despite the fact that it cannot be seen. Her curiosity is destined to remain unsated. Until the sun sunk beyond the horizon and twilight stretched across the land, she would remain unseen. A pity, really. She has beauty enough to rival every single one of these newcomers.
Perhaps her invisibility is a good thing however. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to resist giving in to temptation and declaring that there are, in fact, others. Many others. Others they would never be able to see, smell, or hear coming if they thought to remove them from their home. She knows her extensive family would not object to their claiming of the territorial seat, so long as they were left in peace. What she really wants to know though, is whether or not it’s something they intend to do.
With that thought, she glares at the canopy overhead, still thick with foliage despite the chill of the season. Sunset could not come quickly enough.
Huffing out an annoyed breath, Wrenley watches the small group. It had become abundantly clear they were here to claim leadership of Taiga. This does not bother her in the slightest. Her family has dwelled in this forest for ages while many others with ambition in their eyes had come to claim the seat and been gone just as quickly.
They had always been the silent protector’s of this place though. A fact in which Wrenley takes no small amount of pride. Of course, it’s not her that serves as protection so much as her shadowy relations, but semantics. They never cared to claim the credit anyway. She is not nearly so humble.
It’s hard to say how many eyes there might be secreted in the shadows or if she alone is watching. She never tried to track her siblings. It is impossible anyway.
Standing silent sentinel in the shadows isn’t truly what she wants to do, though she has little choice. Another irritated huff of breath escapes her as she eyes the group, expression sour despite the fact that it cannot be seen. Her curiosity is destined to remain unsated. Until the sun sunk beyond the horizon and twilight stretched across the land, she would remain unseen. A pity, really. She has beauty enough to rival every single one of these newcomers.
Perhaps her invisibility is a good thing however. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to resist giving in to temptation and declaring that there are, in fact, others. Many others. Others they would never be able to see, smell, or hear coming if they thought to remove them from their home. She knows her extensive family would not object to their claiming of the territorial seat, so long as they were left in peace. What she really wants to know though, is whether or not it’s something they intend to do.
With that thought, she glares at the canopy overhead, still thick with foliage despite the chill of the season. Sunset could not come quickly enough.
Wrenley
