Aurelia
The Oerwoud feels cool and refreshing in comparison to the sunny beaches of the Coast. Multi-colored palm leaves blot out the sun and beneath their shaded canopy, a large tiger prowls the jungle.
In her trek, she comes across many of the small creatures that make their home in the undergrowth. From humming treeflits to the big beetles they hunt, to tailless whip scorpions - which are a peculiar creature indeed. She paws at a cluster of modilu flies as they flutter around her in varying shades of white, luscious golds, warm shades of orange.
It's only when she catches the strong, distinct scent of another predator that a soft growl rumbles deep within her chest, and she lowers herself deeper within the greenery (which isn't always green; some of the plants are deep shades of purple or blue)... But rather than stray from the direction, she investigates it.
Is she the one being hunted? Had she not been careful enough? Her ears swivel in all directions, trying to pinpoint any offending sounds; the snap of a twig, rustling of leaves. Breath, even.
There! A spotted coat slips through a gap in the leafy brush. But it's not heading in her direction, as it stalks slowly toward... something else. Trying to follow its predatory eye, she spots something. Antelope? Another big cat? She can't quite tell from the angle and the way it's obscured.
Hello, Her voice opens up within an Attuned bond, bold and curious. Maybe she's not the only shifted out here. Or maybe she'll feel silly when there's no reply.
In her trek, she comes across many of the small creatures that make their home in the undergrowth. From humming treeflits to the big beetles they hunt, to tailless whip scorpions - which are a peculiar creature indeed. She paws at a cluster of modilu flies as they flutter around her in varying shades of white, luscious golds, warm shades of orange.
It's only when she catches the strong, distinct scent of another predator that a soft growl rumbles deep within her chest, and she lowers herself deeper within the greenery (which isn't always green; some of the plants are deep shades of purple or blue)... But rather than stray from the direction, she investigates it.
Is she the one being hunted? Had she not been careful enough? Her ears swivel in all directions, trying to pinpoint any offending sounds; the snap of a twig, rustling of leaves. Breath, even.
There! A spotted coat slips through a gap in the leafy brush. But it's not heading in her direction, as it stalks slowly toward... something else. Trying to follow its predatory eye, she spots something. Antelope? Another big cat? She can't quite tell from the angle and the way it's obscured.
Hello, Her voice opens up within an Attuned bond, bold and curious. Maybe she's not the only shifted out here. Or maybe she'll feel silly when there's no reply.
the wild is always changing, but it does have a few constants
