Eye of the Storm (OPEN)
Aug 7, 2018 11:53:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2018 11:53:55 GMT -5
Nineveh
The rain splattered against the blooming flowers of the night. The moon barely peaked through, giving only little light. The stars were hiding behind the dense rain. Only a few joined the moon, daring to glance upon the plains. A figure masked in the darkness, drenched in the droplets of water falling at high speeds. The only thing that was visible was a silvery blue flash of light. It was a wolf. Amber, navy blue, and black fur hiked through the rain. Through the meadow lit up by the white night flowers.
Nineveh disliked the rain. Disliked the feeling of water splashing against her fur. A quiet growl escaped her throat, yet her eyes showed no emotion. Nothing of importance was here, to her at least. She walked and slid on the muddy floor. Half of her fur was shades of earthy browns, which displeased her. She wasn't anyone important, just like the meadow stretching in front of her. Nineveh kept walking, searching for her dinner. Nothing showed of interest. Oh! Is that a blackbird? Or a kestrel? Before she could even stop, she slipped yet again. She landed in a awkward pose on the ground, and whatever bird that was lifted off into the storm. She stood back up, watching her dinner fly even closer towards the danger. Nineveh was about to let fury get the best of her, when she finally got control of the fury. She prayed to the moon up above that no one saw her acting like a clumsy slug.
Nineveh stated pacing towards the cover of a tree, crunching grass and flowers under her heavy and large paws. When she got there, she sat down and watched the rain pour. The lightning flash, with emotionless amber eyes. Her opalescent fur was still flashing with the silvery blue, but she paid to mind. She was use to the way her fur was, but someone else might not...
The rain splattered against the blooming flowers of the night. The moon barely peaked through, giving only little light. The stars were hiding behind the dense rain. Only a few joined the moon, daring to glance upon the plains. A figure masked in the darkness, drenched in the droplets of water falling at high speeds. The only thing that was visible was a silvery blue flash of light. It was a wolf. Amber, navy blue, and black fur hiked through the rain. Through the meadow lit up by the white night flowers.
Nineveh disliked the rain. Disliked the feeling of water splashing against her fur. A quiet growl escaped her throat, yet her eyes showed no emotion. Nothing of importance was here, to her at least. She walked and slid on the muddy floor. Half of her fur was shades of earthy browns, which displeased her. She wasn't anyone important, just like the meadow stretching in front of her. Nineveh kept walking, searching for her dinner. Nothing showed of interest. Oh! Is that a blackbird? Or a kestrel? Before she could even stop, she slipped yet again. She landed in a awkward pose on the ground, and whatever bird that was lifted off into the storm. She stood back up, watching her dinner fly even closer towards the danger. Nineveh was about to let fury get the best of her, when she finally got control of the fury. She prayed to the moon up above that no one saw her acting like a clumsy slug.
Nineveh stated pacing towards the cover of a tree, crunching grass and flowers under her heavy and large paws. When she got there, she sat down and watched the rain pour. The lightning flash, with emotionless amber eyes. Her opalescent fur was still flashing with the silvery blue, but she paid to mind. She was use to the way her fur was, but someone else might not...
