[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]There was a distant rumble behind her, the rushing waters of the grand waterfall misting her back lightly. It was a solemn dawn, where the sun didn’t come up vibrant and all scorching orange, but rather a pale yellow, painting a cool tone across the island. It was Rochelle’s favorite time to wake up to, not having to feel the sweat chasing through her fur from the dead of night humidity. Instead, she felt this sort of chill, like a fresh blast of air spiraling down her pelt. It was times like these that she had extra time to go wandering before the day began and the sun grew hot and the air grew thick.
That’s how she ended up peering down the throat of the river. There was an expanse of stepping stones across the vast jungle river, yards away from the collision point of the massive waterfall. From this distance, she could admire it, though her fur was becoming faintly dampened by the sweet water. Rochelle couldn’t help but feel at peace for a moment, somehow forgetting all of the sorrows of yesterday and the days before that. It was like the water was cleansing her, like Nelaid, the goddess of waterfalls herself, had given Rochelle this one in a means to heal her.
The lupine couldn’t help but smile. Why did she feel so different all the sudden? Her mind seemed to wander to the blonde canine she’d met yesterday, Calypso. She ... didn’t know why, but she so often seemed to remember her once again, over and over like she was some part of her dreams that she didn’t want to forget. It sounded ... well it sounded strange when she put it that way. Eyes closed, her brow furrowed. It was just that she’d made quite a bold streak in her mind, that Calypso. It was almost like she knew her, from a place before this ...
Her heart began to thump. What was the matter with her? She surely didn’t ... think anything special of the pitbull, no, not like that. But, the aura she brought, the way she stood, it took Rochelle to that place in her dreams, with the hot desert sand and the triangular architecture. She could almost smell it, the dry ground, the dry blood. The umber furred wolf swallowed thickly. It was a far away memory, one that she couldn’t recall to be good or bad. She prayed so that it was good.
Sick of her own thoughts, she turned to face the waterfall now. Her claws gripped tightly on to the wet stones, telling of the wall of anxiety that had just hit her. The rest of her, however, stood tall and peaceful, amber eyes looking upwards at the beauty of nature. Rochelle knew she should probably head back to camp soon but ... the water was calling her, almost blanketing her in a wave of tranquility that she couldn’t resist.
ooc | [member=1412]calypso[/member] rip i forgot to tag u
That’s how she ended up peering down the throat of the river. There was an expanse of stepping stones across the vast jungle river, yards away from the collision point of the massive waterfall. From this distance, she could admire it, though her fur was becoming faintly dampened by the sweet water. Rochelle couldn’t help but feel at peace for a moment, somehow forgetting all of the sorrows of yesterday and the days before that. It was like the water was cleansing her, like Nelaid, the goddess of waterfalls herself, had given Rochelle this one in a means to heal her.
The lupine couldn’t help but smile. Why did she feel so different all the sudden? Her mind seemed to wander to the blonde canine she’d met yesterday, Calypso. She ... didn’t know why, but she so often seemed to remember her once again, over and over like she was some part of her dreams that she didn’t want to forget. It sounded ... well it sounded strange when she put it that way. Eyes closed, her brow furrowed. It was just that she’d made quite a bold streak in her mind, that Calypso. It was almost like she knew her, from a place before this ...
Her heart began to thump. What was the matter with her? She surely didn’t ... think anything special of the pitbull, no, not like that. But, the aura she brought, the way she stood, it took Rochelle to that place in her dreams, with the hot desert sand and the triangular architecture. She could almost smell it, the dry ground, the dry blood. The umber furred wolf swallowed thickly. It was a far away memory, one that she couldn’t recall to be good or bad. She prayed so that it was good.
Sick of her own thoughts, she turned to face the waterfall now. Her claws gripped tightly on to the wet stones, telling of the wall of anxiety that had just hit her. The rest of her, however, stood tall and peaceful, amber eyes looking upwards at the beauty of nature. Rochelle knew she should probably head back to camp soon but ... the water was calling her, almost blanketing her in a wave of tranquility that she couldn’t resist.
ooc | [member=1412]calypso[/member] rip i forgot to tag u
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags