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[attr="class","mary3"]HAILSTRIKE
[attr="class","mary4"]Warrior Of MothClan
[attr="class","mary5"]A massive, broad-shouldered, creamy-alabaster molly sauntered amongst the numbing terrain, amidst the bitter temperatures within the atmosphere that perceived as thin. She was absentmindedly trekking through territory of MothClan. She'd been reminding herself to return back to the camp as soon as possible, as she didn't want any one of her clanmates to worry, but as if they did. Either way, she didn't entirely mind if no one would realize or cared, it just made it more easy for her to escape and be on her own for some time. It wasn't that she didn't like anyone, it was that she was feeling a little off today, and apparently needed space.
She sighed. The sigh fluttered on the winds like a butterfly decorated with a perfidy amount of colors. A sigh. Desire and disgust. Streamed through the air. A sigh. Disappointment and gladness. Decorated the air leaving a path. A sigh. Of relief and worry. Leaping through the air like a dear. A sigh. Of happiness and sadness. Dancing through the air. A sigh. Of excitement and fear. Strolling through the air like a roller coaster. A sigh means it all.
As she continued to wander, she finally came upon the Anemos Fields. One place she favored most. The fields lay before her like a divine fingerprint, curving and changing, no two parts the same. In all the world this view was unique, such is the way of the organic world. The dip and sway of the land, the patterns and species of flora, which had been dying, due to Autumn, the every changing sky and wind. Every day was a new snapshot in time, for even this one place, this view from one fine oak tree on a hill, could never be exactly the same two days in a row. Little by little the seasons would bring changes. Hailstrike's mind wandered back to camp, her home, it had its rhythms too: the start and ending of summer; the warm weather of summer. Yet the Anemos Fields had a way of reminding her that hse wasn't apart from nature, but a part of nature. Often on these travels she'd reach out to touch the bark of the trees as he passed or feel the roughness of orange, brown, and red leaves...
Her eyes were the glimmering color of amber, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew, they shined. When she turned her head, this way and that, they caught the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed 'autumn.' And when she lifted her craniul back up to the sky, amber shifted into the color of deep vermilion shimmering in the moonlight. Her luminaries of fire changed to hues of orange, and then almost tangerine. It was as if her eyes were like a sunset. The merged with the sky, like juice-mix dissolving in a glass of water.
Speaking of the sunset; it was coming. Far to the southwest, a wind shrine towered, steely and fine as a needle. At her mitts, the hill sloped suddenly away, and the she-cat imagined leaping off, falcon-winged, to soar over the wooded hills, following the setting sun into its warm, painted seabed. Scarlet, then amethyst, emblazoned the enormous sky. She watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as stygian darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at her, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky, and then suddenly the clouds parted, and she found myself looking at a lustrous, argent disc casting brilliant rays of almost moonlight onto the dark grounds...
She sighed. The sigh fluttered on the winds like a butterfly decorated with a perfidy amount of colors. A sigh. Desire and disgust. Streamed through the air. A sigh. Disappointment and gladness. Decorated the air leaving a path. A sigh. Of relief and worry. Leaping through the air like a dear. A sigh. Of happiness and sadness. Dancing through the air. A sigh. Of excitement and fear. Strolling through the air like a roller coaster. A sigh means it all.
As she continued to wander, she finally came upon the Anemos Fields. One place she favored most. The fields lay before her like a divine fingerprint, curving and changing, no two parts the same. In all the world this view was unique, such is the way of the organic world. The dip and sway of the land, the patterns and species of flora, which had been dying, due to Autumn, the every changing sky and wind. Every day was a new snapshot in time, for even this one place, this view from one fine oak tree on a hill, could never be exactly the same two days in a row. Little by little the seasons would bring changes. Hailstrike's mind wandered back to camp, her home, it had its rhythms too: the start and ending of summer; the warm weather of summer. Yet the Anemos Fields had a way of reminding her that hse wasn't apart from nature, but a part of nature. Often on these travels she'd reach out to touch the bark of the trees as he passed or feel the roughness of orange, brown, and red leaves...
Her eyes were the glimmering color of amber, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew, they shined. When she turned her head, this way and that, they caught the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed 'autumn.' And when she lifted her craniul back up to the sky, amber shifted into the color of deep vermilion shimmering in the moonlight. Her luminaries of fire changed to hues of orange, and then almost tangerine. It was as if her eyes were like a sunset. The merged with the sky, like juice-mix dissolving in a glass of water.
Speaking of the sunset; it was coming. Far to the southwest, a wind shrine towered, steely and fine as a needle. At her mitts, the hill sloped suddenly away, and the she-cat imagined leaping off, falcon-winged, to soar over the wooded hills, following the setting sun into its warm, painted seabed. Scarlet, then amethyst, emblazoned the enormous sky. She watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as stygian darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at her, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky, and then suddenly the clouds parted, and she found myself looking at a lustrous, argent disc casting brilliant rays of almost moonlight onto the dark grounds...
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