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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:43 pm
Humming Rishima lifted her snout into the cool air, allowing the breeze better access to hair neck and mane. The smell of snow was lingering in the air, the day's where becoming short but that didn't bother Rishima for she enjoyed the night. It was quite peaceful and the best time to hunt. Making her way further from her parents den, Rishima explored alone as she often times did to get away. She loved her family but sometimes a girl needed her privacy! Surrender had been around fewer and fewer, but that was normal I suppose for grown children to go off and start a pack of their own.
Looking to her left, Rishima saw the perfect place to relax and enjoy what nature had to offer. A ledge that over looked the quiet forest, and was the perfect place to see the moon. A fullmoon. " Wow, it sure is big tonight. " She murmured to herself feeling content, her tail moving back and forth in lazy happiness.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:49 pm
The shorter days and cooler days told Rayearth one thing; it was this world’s season of winter. He had no problem adjusting to the colder climate due to his rather furrier coat, but he could do nothing for his armor. The armor seemed to take in the cold and transfer the cold onto his own body. The stallion decided that he would need to stay inside his cave for as long as possible where he could avoid the wind chill and keep warm with the pelts of fallen animals, and would only take leave when it was time to gather food and water to his den.
His supplies of food were running low, meaning it was time to go find food again. The stallion tidied up his cave, not being one to keep things in disarray if he could help it. The stallion gathered his sword that easily slipped into a strap to his side for easy sheathing and withdrawal. He collected a burlap sack he had found, most likely a sack left behind by a two-legger, where he would collect his fill of food. Deciding that he had collected all that he had needed, the stallion headed out on his way down the mountain his cave was located in. The terrain was rough for any inexperience climbers with a steep slope, gravel covered grounds, and hard rocks underneath the gravel. It was definitely not the ideal climb during the winter months, and the furry stallion understood that he would take extra precautions when he ascended back into his cave.
When he finally made it safely down the mountain to the quiet forest at the foot of the mountains, he could only feel the tension disappear in the body. He would not risk injury this time around, and he would thank the ultimate being that he owed his existence to for keeping him safe. Quietly, the stallion moved into the forest, not wanting to stir any of the sleeping inhabitants nor alert any of the nocturnal inhabitants of his presence. He would take what he needed and go.
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