Title: [Private] ♦ Morning Rays ♦
Nahlea - September 17, 2008 05:10 AM (GMT)
Nahlea's mind reeled as she awoke from the deep slumber that had enveloped her. For a moment she felt warm and safe, listening to the sweet melody of the birds which surrounded the forest, and then she realized that her stomach growled and her heart ached with loneliness. Her green eyes, which had once been closed, shot open. The empty forest met her gaze, almost laughing at how alone she was.
The sun was trickling down through the canopy of trees, spreading rays of gentle light across the she-wolf's pale form. She had slept through the night in human form, cuddled beside a dwindling fire that had snuffed completely out sometime during the chilly, dark morning. For once her sleep had been serene and uninterrupted by the nightmares which often haunted her. It had been almost a week since Vaintor had mysteriously left her, leaving her to battle the restless nights alone.
Slowly she placed her hands on the ground, until she felt stable enough to lift herself upright. With a gentle sigh she slid her lithe fingers through golden locks of hair, which tumbled down her shoulders in a wild, untamed mess. How long had she slept? With blurry eyes she gazed around, checking every nook and cranny, assuring herself that nothing waited in the shadows, eager to pounce the delicate woman.
Her keen ears could hear the sound of trickling water somewhere nearby, which sent a ravage thirst to her belly. She could barely remember the last time she had ate, let alone drink. Without thought she stumbled to her feet, giving a languid stretch. Her limbs felt like they had turned to stone over the course of the starry night. When all was loose, a low growl fell from her parted lips.
With how quickly she transformed, it would be easy for any onlooker to miss it. One moment she stood as a thin, five-foot-eight human, and the next she was on all fours, covered in snowy white fur. Her hands and feet were now paws and a long, bushy tail extended from her behind. She gave it a wag for good measure, before her ears began to perk up, listening to the forest. Saliva began to dribble from her muzzle, tempted out by the thought of fresh water. With a long, melodic howl, she began to rush through the forest at a run.
The trees were a blur of green and brown as she zig-zagged through them, avoiding low branches and fallen trunks. It did not take long for the white wolf to find the lake. She slid to a stop, emerald eyes shooting back and forth as she made sure there was no one else around. Vaintor had taught her to always be careful, but for now her thirst was to unbearable. After a quick scan, she sprinted to the water's edge, bending her head down so she could take a long drink.
There she stood, the roaring waterfall blocking out all other sounds, the thirst covering all other senses.