Post by Pallidpaw on Jun 21, 2018 7:12:42 GMT
dreaming, pallidpaw was dreaming, his lithe paws skimming the earth but his mind in a realm in its own. it was a realm where he was somebody special, a realm where he longed to stay, a realm from which he always stalled his departure. but, all too soon, eyes of ochre would fixate back upon that they could see, tugging him back to reality where he belonged.
his small form slipped through the unruly grasses with a devastatingly fragility, as if his sinews were spun not from tissue but from brittle, breakable glass. until then, his movement had been almost languid. but with a newfound urgency, pallidpaw quickened his pace, pulling his svelte body forward, paws making contact with peat only for the most fleeting of moments.
"herbs, herbs, herbs," pallidpaw murmured, and would keep doing so until each syllable was inseparable from its neighbours, until his satin cadences had hardened into a steady chant of a nature that was nearing ritualistic. his gaze swept the territory, searching for something he could not find. where are they?
