[Open] Traveling Notes Jun 16, 2009 18:43:19 GMT -5
Post by Willow Frostorb on Jun 16, 2009 18:43:19 GMT -5
The leaves rustled with the breeze, whispering to anyone who would listen. With careful ease, the silver otter brushed past the foliage, the branches of the bushes bending as she passed. Her black tipped ears pulled forward, then pressed back, catching all sounds. A twig snapped underpaw, and she couldn't help but jump.
The forest seemed calm enough, why was she so wound up? Her frosty eyes flicked skyward, to the dawn sunlight filtering through the trees, then down to the floor where the leaf-dapple print along the soil stood out like ink on parchment. Willow loosened the neck of the cloak around her throat until it hanged loosely around her shoulders. She took a few steps further, watching.
Something cracked to her left, and her paw flew to the knife at her belt, grasping the pommel. Her eyes narrowed, and fell on a songbird perched on the branches. They stared at each other for a moment, Willow growling low in her throat, and the feathery creature disappeared.
Stupid bird, the river otter thought. She hated them, probably always would. That wasn't really her fault, was it? Captivity with a murder of crows for two moons wasn't anything a beast could get over fast. Shivering slightly, she let her paws drop back along her side. What was wrong with her? She was in a new land, new adventures.
Then why do I feel so sad?Willow wondered. Maybe because the bird's black eyes reminded her of her brother, her sibling far behind in the North lands. Sighing, she kept moving, listening. If something came along, she would hear it first. Definitely. The otter picked up her pace, lute thumping slightly against her back as she moved, sometimes dropped on all fours to duck below the bushes. As she moved, she hummed, the notes traveling on the wind and to the ears of anybeast within a few yards radius.