Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 17:11:33 GMT
"Speech"
She could see no birds, hear no wings aflutter, feel no scurrying of small mammals in the region. The earth under her feet felt dry, and she knew she would not find water anywhere near. It was suggested that this was an unusual drought for the area to go through; none of the vegetation suggested a strictly desert climate. Mallory shook out in an attempt to loosen her fur, and let some air in to cool her down. If there had been mud, she likely would have rolled in it; she was less inclined to a kitten’s behavior at the moment but God, was she hot.
Mallory shook off once more and trotted into the trees, being mindful of the dried leaves and trying to keep quiet; she was not only hot, but hungry, and it would not do her well to find a prey species that had stuck around only to scare it off.
She stopped.
At least, she thought, there is wind.
Dried leaves rustled on the ground, scrubby bushes thwacked up against one another as a strong wind swept through; Mallory used the sounds to her advantage and leapt through, finally jumping for the side of a tree and scrambling a ways up before it finally stopped. Her claws dug into the bark; she kept as still as possible, moving only her eyes, watching for something to soothe her ridiculously whiny stomach. The feline’s nose twitched, attempting to pick up on a halfway decent, glimmer of a scent, but what little breeze was left didn’t help her all too much.
For a moment she worried; an all too familiar paranoid feeling was creeping into her head and she could feel herself being watched. She swiveled her head around to the other direction and, seeing nothing, scurried higher up into the tree to alight on one of the lower branches, near the trunk. She stood poised, ready to spring.
- getting back into the swing of things
She could see no birds, hear no wings aflutter, feel no scurrying of small mammals in the region. The earth under her feet felt dry, and she knew she would not find water anywhere near. It was suggested that this was an unusual drought for the area to go through; none of the vegetation suggested a strictly desert climate. Mallory shook out in an attempt to loosen her fur, and let some air in to cool her down. If there had been mud, she likely would have rolled in it; she was less inclined to a kitten’s behavior at the moment but God, was she hot.
Mallory shook off once more and trotted into the trees, being mindful of the dried leaves and trying to keep quiet; she was not only hot, but hungry, and it would not do her well to find a prey species that had stuck around only to scare it off.
She stopped.
At least, she thought, there is wind.
Dried leaves rustled on the ground, scrubby bushes thwacked up against one another as a strong wind swept through; Mallory used the sounds to her advantage and leapt through, finally jumping for the side of a tree and scrambling a ways up before it finally stopped. Her claws dug into the bark; she kept as still as possible, moving only her eyes, watching for something to soothe her ridiculously whiny stomach. The feline’s nose twitched, attempting to pick up on a halfway decent, glimmer of a scent, but what little breeze was left didn’t help her all too much.
For a moment she worried; an all too familiar paranoid feeling was creeping into her head and she could feel herself being watched. She swiveled her head around to the other direction and, seeing nothing, scurried higher up into the tree to alight on one of the lower branches, near the trunk. She stood poised, ready to spring.
- getting back into the swing of things
