02-02-2023, 05:14 AM
The world was silent, aside from the rhythmic thrums of sleet and hail falling against the ground, trees, and nearby falls. Lestat walked at an unbothered pace, even as his body was pelted, his mind was elsewhere entirely. Memories of the previous valleys, and a flickering hope that this one would offer a more permanent reason to stay. It wasn’t until a particularly large drop of sleet slashed to his nose, did he realize the current predicament. Lestat stopped, ears laying flat as he looked up into the darkening sky. It looked bleak and unbreaking.
A huff escaped his lungs with a small air of annoyance, but then a faint smirk appeared for a single beat before fading away. A sudden memory of a dreary storm, and two women foolish enough to not think of shelter. Flicking his tail, Les began to weave into the denser parts of forest, searching for a thickly branched tree to assist in sheltering him from at least some of the storm. He looked a bit unkempt; damp and spiked fur, from an aggressive shake in a half-assed attempt to dry off. Muddied paws and underbelly, from the thawing terrain. And very likely visibly exhausted from constant travel.
A break would be best.
Lestat found his ribcage leaning against the tree trunk, a sudden ache in his bones was enough evidence to back his desire for rest and recuperation. Sliding down, his muscles throbbed ”ah…” under his breath, he involuntarily voiced his discomfort, ”fuck,” nothing more than a whisper. Once his belly reached the frozen ground, it took only a second for him to fully rest his chin to his paws as well.
A lung emptying exhale pressed out. He would never want to get up after this.
A huff escaped his lungs with a small air of annoyance, but then a faint smirk appeared for a single beat before fading away. A sudden memory of a dreary storm, and two women foolish enough to not think of shelter. Flicking his tail, Les began to weave into the denser parts of forest, searching for a thickly branched tree to assist in sheltering him from at least some of the storm. He looked a bit unkempt; damp and spiked fur, from an aggressive shake in a half-assed attempt to dry off. Muddied paws and underbelly, from the thawing terrain. And very likely visibly exhausted from constant travel.
A break would be best.
Lestat found his ribcage leaning against the tree trunk, a sudden ache in his bones was enough evidence to back his desire for rest and recuperation. Sliding down, his muscles throbbed ”ah…” under his breath, he involuntarily voiced his discomfort, ”fuck,” nothing more than a whisper. Once his belly reached the frozen ground, it took only a second for him to fully rest his chin to his paws as well.
A lung emptying exhale pressed out. He would never want to get up after this.
