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Private one with it all [wærnyss]
Posted 06-18-2017, 06:23 PM |
Earth
Rhowan
Earth Scout
Male, 2 years 2 seasons
Meso-runner
38 inches in, 97 pounds lbs
017 (031) ep
© Jacen
Dusk was falling over the glade quickly. The trees long, finger-like shadows danced across the snow as they blew about in a cold winter's breeze. Were it not for the wind it would be silent. A silence that Rhowan found comfort in. Only the sound of the rustling branches touched his ears as he lay on his side, against a tree, deep within the glade. The snow reflected the deep oranges and purples of the setting sun as the light trickled through the glade in streams of warm light. The only warmth to be found at the time. But the cold didn't bother him, not then. Finally, it seemed, he had the moment to relax, to be himself, to enjoy the silence as it blanketed the earth in the final hours of daylight. Despite the cold he was comfortable, his head rested on an emerged root of the tree he was laying under. His tail flicked about in the snow and pushed it aside into a drift on either side of his slender tail. He longed for the warmth of the jungle, but the comfort he had found in this place held him tightly. His fur was soaked, he had been laying there for thirty minutes already. His body told him it was time to get up, to shake the snow from his fur, but he was finally able to breathe and he didn't want to give it up just yet.



Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine.

( Under the shelter of each other, people survive. )





Wærnyss



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