12-14-2021, 04:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-14-2021, 04:07 AM by Welkin. Edited 3 times in total.)
Set before the bear attack/getting her scars. Also tag for @Ghidorah if you’d like to snatch this thread!
Galloping wildly in a frenzied haste, a set of nebulous paws drums mercilessly against peaty loam. The earth crumbles beneath their indomitable will, spiraling upwards in dirtied clumps from once immobile segments. Blunt and crude their talons are, grappling for a vantage upon the diminutive hillocks that propel Welkin’s streamlined form onwards. She is sprinting- no, flying, her outstretched limbs scathing lightly across the disturbed terrain. The steady thrum, thrum, thrum of her fervent heart reverberates within the cage of her breast, beating wildly like a fledgling bird fluttering with newfound wings. In, and out, in, and out her breath heaves, unloosing great puffs of lessening breath with each stride that preserves her momentum.
Until finally, she’s had enough.
Chilled whiffs of air condense from her snout, a defeated pant whooshing from her contracting diaphragm. Beads of sweat spring upwards from simmering skin, clinging stubbornly to the edges of Welkin’s ruffles in protest to her movements. A filthy trophy of her spontaneous run, the noble grimaces outwardly at the grimy tendrils of her coat. Her tongue caresses uselessly at her self-inflicted mess, a scowl furrowing the edges of her brows at the unpleasant tang of salt.
A quick rinse was what she needed.
Craning upwards, her blackened nose blows wide with a hefty inhale; sifting through the multitude of smells that ruminate within the probing hairs. There it is- distant, but distinctly liquid nonetheless. Another sniff and she adjusts her course, traipsing across the proliferant needles strewn about the soil. The trees here are ancient and gargantuan, rising up as if to challenge the very mountains they have budded from. Welkin is humbled by the quietude and serenity of the massive forest; it envelops her, forcing her to obey at the silence they commanded. Even her blonde companion would surely have been rendered speechless by the magnitude of the wood.
Unfortunately - or fortunately; she hasn’t decided yet - Adelaide was not built for the exertion Welkin desired, and thus she had remained behind.
With the lakebed reigning closer, Welkin submerges beneath the subtle current, dipping her head beneath the lapping waves to indulge in its dull roar. Her paws flex at the distant grit that lies below, an anchor against the buffeting waves that combat against her approach. It is cold- chilling her bones to the marrow in a matter of seconds.
Her canvas washed, Welkin emerges onto shore, distilling the clingy droplets that adorn her sodden coat. Just as she stoops to flatten an unruly patch, an ungainly splash! sends her posture upright.
A beaver, as if it is taunting her, peruses through the water at a lackadaisical pace. Welkin’s stomach seizes hold of any logical firing within her noggin, sending her outwards to pursue the animal. It senses her hasty approach and dives deep within the lapiz waters, shimmying beneath a haphazard cage composed of grime and sticks.
A burdened sigh heaves from her chest. If only she had not just washed herself…
The image of Adelaide’s adoring gaze, shining with awe and pride at Welkin’s instinctual prowess, overtakes that thought.
Tip, tap, tip her nails click, clambering up upon the muddy dome to assess the structure for potential weakenings. A tug here, a pull there…
Nothing gives.
If only she was in stronger company...
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