Can You Fill the Silence? [open] Jul 2, 2014 17:35:29 GMT
Post by » r e l i c on Jul 2, 2014 17:35:29 GMT
The day was mildly warm and humid, the air thick with moisture. The radiant Sun hung high in the sky, lighting the vast blue void. Below stood a thick furred dog sniffing the air as a mellow breeze blew by. A trail of pawprints in the sand clearly stated where she had been before; the femme took a winding path on the shore from a cabin in the nearby woods. With nothing on her agenda, the Icelandic Sheepdog stood silently facing the smooth water lapping at the shore. Cluttered around her cleared space were heaps of rocks and scattered wet leaves fallen from the looming trees only a short distance away. The she-dog stepped closer to the water, sand shifting under her paws. The lake's edge lapped at her cream colored toes. Seldom was she ever quiet. No, the golden furred lass was a chatty one, always talking and bouncing around. But the lake had a serene presence, one that could calm even this bundle of energy down. Deep amber pools reflected the water's image as she stared intently at it. It would seem like she could stay this way forever, but a snap of a twig dragged her back into reality. Ears pinpointed on the sound, the Icelandic Sheepdog turned her head to the source. The sound had originated inside the wooded area close by. A chill ran down the fae's spine as a low warning growl arose from her throat. Brows furrowed and her lips curled in a snarl, her face gave off a hostile demeanor, but it was only in her own defense. Over the past year on her own, the lass learned that if you appear fierce, most will leave you be. In case this time her tactic failed, the femme prepared for the worst. Most creatures she encountered were hostile, and if you were bigger and even more bad than the big bad wolf, you would live to see another day.