Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Nov 26, 2008 15:13:39 GMT -6
Her feline paws made nary a sound on the soft snow that passed quickly beneath her form. Her tail brushed quietly against the snow, leaving a long line stretch out behind her, showing any who cared where she had just come from. Her clouded pelt let her blend in with the rocks and snow that surrounded her. Her blue eyes surveyed her surroundings, searching, searching, ever searching. But for what, she wasn't sure.
Sarza was becoming tired from her seemingly endless march from the middle of nowhere. She wasn't even quite sure where she was now, but she didn't care. She was beyond caring anymore. She only knew that in order to live she must continue moving. The only reason she was living now was that her snowleopard fur kept her warm when the biting wind and freezing snow had come upon her. Unfortunate rabbits and such had blundered into her winding path and sustained her.
Now she was here. Her orbs never stopped their continuing search for a spot on the horizon. She wasn't even sure what she expected to find, only that she must find it. Her breath came easy in the high altitudes of the mountian on which she was currently climbing. It came out in small puffs of cloud, it wetted the fur on her face as she walked into the clouds of moisture, it then froze there. Her face looked more like a mask, as it was encrusted in the ice from her breath. Her form was gaunt, thin from lack of food these past days. She had eaten nothing but a few mice that had been unwarily playing in the direction she had been moving. They made not more then a small snack for her.
Sarza's snowshoe like paws kept her above the snow and she knew she should be thankful for this. However, she was not. If she wouldn't have had paws like these she would have been dead by now, wouldn't be wandering these mountains like a zombie. She was alone in the world, but she didn't know this was her problem. She didn't know that she was unconciously searching for someone who could mean something to her. A friend, a mate. Simply someone she would be able to talk to.
Sarza's haunches abruptly dropped and forced her entire body to lay in the snow. The coldness didn't bother her, for she couldn't feel it through the thickness of her pelt. Her body had given up. It couldn't continue the abuse she was setting on it. Her form needed the nourishing heat of meat, the liquid life that flowed in any stream. She was dying. But she didn't care. Not anymore. There was an empty place in her that she didn't know how to fill. She had given up trying.
Sarza was becoming tired from her seemingly endless march from the middle of nowhere. She wasn't even quite sure where she was now, but she didn't care. She was beyond caring anymore. She only knew that in order to live she must continue moving. The only reason she was living now was that her snowleopard fur kept her warm when the biting wind and freezing snow had come upon her. Unfortunate rabbits and such had blundered into her winding path and sustained her.
Now she was here. Her orbs never stopped their continuing search for a spot on the horizon. She wasn't even sure what she expected to find, only that she must find it. Her breath came easy in the high altitudes of the mountian on which she was currently climbing. It came out in small puffs of cloud, it wetted the fur on her face as she walked into the clouds of moisture, it then froze there. Her face looked more like a mask, as it was encrusted in the ice from her breath. Her form was gaunt, thin from lack of food these past days. She had eaten nothing but a few mice that had been unwarily playing in the direction she had been moving. They made not more then a small snack for her.
Sarza's snowshoe like paws kept her above the snow and she knew she should be thankful for this. However, she was not. If she wouldn't have had paws like these she would have been dead by now, wouldn't be wandering these mountains like a zombie. She was alone in the world, but she didn't know this was her problem. She didn't know that she was unconciously searching for someone who could mean something to her. A friend, a mate. Simply someone she would be able to talk to.
Sarza's haunches abruptly dropped and forced her entire body to lay in the snow. The coldness didn't bother her, for she couldn't feel it through the thickness of her pelt. Her body had given up. It couldn't continue the abuse she was setting on it. Her form needed the nourishing heat of meat, the liquid life that flowed in any stream. She was dying. But she didn't care. Not anymore. There was an empty place in her that she didn't know how to fill. She had given up trying.
