A Statue in the Night
Oct 28, 2013 16:39:34 GMT -6
Post by Epror Jagara on Oct 28, 2013 16:39:34 GMT -6
After a good day of hunting, the loner was doing what she usually did: travelling. She padded onward into the unknown, her jaws open and constantly scenting the air for any creatures whose lands she may stumble upon. Earlier that day, she had caught a doe, and then later helped herself to a human’s nice plucked goose when she went to the coffee shop at a nearby town for an espresso. Now, a well-built hare was draped across her spotted shoulders, about to provide a nice snack before a night under the stars. ‘Another night alone, Azeroth looking down at me from somewhere among the lights of the sky.’ The snow leopard lifted her blue-grey gaze up to the heavens, and then looked back down with a sigh.
Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry. No, her stomach ached as much as her heart, which had not mended even when Time had given her two centuries. She slumped down to the grass. The pale light of the moon soon became visible on the ground, and although Jagara did not know it, she became bathed in silver. With an indifferent grunt, she rose to her wide, furry paws and continued on her way. Within the hour, the brush began to clear out into a fairly spacious, dark forest that somehow reminded her of a park. A scent of a fellow shifter marked the area. Jagara gave a few fairly loud chuffs that disturbed the silence of the rising night in hopes of meeting this other shifter. ‘Perhaps I can finally settle down under the leadership of another of my kind.’ The snow leopard dropped the hare to the ground, prepared to offer it to whoever came, and sat down, calmly waiting for a representative. If there would even be one before dawn. Her fluffy ears swiveled from side to side, searching for the faintest sound of pawsteps. After a moment of thought, Jagara moved the prey a little bit farther towards the border with a paw before returning to a graceful seat. She didn't want any confusion as to why the snack was there.
Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry. No, her stomach ached as much as her heart, which had not mended even when Time had given her two centuries. She slumped down to the grass. The pale light of the moon soon became visible on the ground, and although Jagara did not know it, she became bathed in silver. With an indifferent grunt, she rose to her wide, furry paws and continued on her way. Within the hour, the brush began to clear out into a fairly spacious, dark forest that somehow reminded her of a park. A scent of a fellow shifter marked the area. Jagara gave a few fairly loud chuffs that disturbed the silence of the rising night in hopes of meeting this other shifter. ‘Perhaps I can finally settle down under the leadership of another of my kind.’ The snow leopard dropped the hare to the ground, prepared to offer it to whoever came, and sat down, calmly waiting for a representative. If there would even be one before dawn. Her fluffy ears swiveled from side to side, searching for the faintest sound of pawsteps. After a moment of thought, Jagara moved the prey a little bit farther towards the border with a paw before returning to a graceful seat. She didn't want any confusion as to why the snack was there.