Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 16:50:11 GMT
Very Real Regrets
For Lisette
Middle of the Desert | Midday
The night's cold faded as quickly as a bird took flight, the heat increasing drastically within the first few hours of daylight. Sweat stuck to Tsukime's brow from beneath her cloak, her stubborn will too much to give up her only protection against suspicion. Not that her fur cared in the slightest, her tail drooped in the sand, leaving behind a thick line that easily wiped out any footprints she'd made. The sandals on her feet felt heavy, burning with the grains that slipped under socks; making it near impossible to walk more than a few paces without having to stop and clean. This was the result of her troubles, her desires of finding ways to strengthen herself. Of course it was. Stupid fox. Even the insides of her ears were sweating... 'So gross...' Oh what she would have given for a path, maybe some nice fresh fruit... But no. She was standing in the middle of some forsaken desert with a sun practically smashing her on the head with a fire hammer. She never liked the heat, despised places like this.
Yet there was no way to turn back now, not when she knew by the map curled up in her coat that she was a little more than half-way to the village she sought. The Wind Tribe's domain, a place of nothing but hardy warriors. Human warriors, but fighter nonetheless. At this point she wasn't going to be picky. Couldn't be if the goal was to be completed. The fox shook her head, the movement sharpening the heat on her neck and folded ears. 'Cursed hood... Only good for towns...' The thoughts increased in their frustration, instinct rising the vixen's fur until she had to force it to settle. A difficult task, one not made easy by notice of a water shortage. The medium cloth flask barely more than sagging, the metal mouth shining dry against the heat. From the sound alone it must be about... four hours of drink left? That was if she rationed it to the very farthest of her limits, limits that were much shorter than an average person. Again, blasted fur, cloak, and heat.
She sought some sort of heaven-sent reprieve, some present to alleviate her suffering. An oasis perhaps, yes that sounded good. An oasis full of cold water, fresh trees with fruits, maybe even some game to hunt... Her stomach growled, a whimpering sound that shook the very foundation of her strength. "Congratulation Tsukime, you've managed to remember you're starving. This is going so well. The vixen growled under her breath, shoving the flask back to its place in her yukata. A few more choice words escaped her, some colorful language in there; until it all suddenly evaporated. Her body stopped its walking, pupils narrowing as she squinted at the distance. A... shadow? A person? Out here? Wind Tribe?! For once the Kitsune wouldn't have ever been happier meeting a human, the adrenaline of excitement rushing through her body as she broke out into a full sprint. Probably would have transformed if she weren't careful, had to keep that hood up too and wrap her tail around her waist in the cover of her cloak. A perfect disguise, one that she trusted in so much that it took her only a few shouting 'hey!'s. One hand waved around wildly, the girl practically hopping; all while yelling out that ever hopeful: "Hey! Over here! Rescue me!" Yes. Very damsel in distress.
For Lisette
Middle of the Desert | Midday
The night's cold faded as quickly as a bird took flight, the heat increasing drastically within the first few hours of daylight. Sweat stuck to Tsukime's brow from beneath her cloak, her stubborn will too much to give up her only protection against suspicion. Not that her fur cared in the slightest, her tail drooped in the sand, leaving behind a thick line that easily wiped out any footprints she'd made. The sandals on her feet felt heavy, burning with the grains that slipped under socks; making it near impossible to walk more than a few paces without having to stop and clean. This was the result of her troubles, her desires of finding ways to strengthen herself. Of course it was. Stupid fox. Even the insides of her ears were sweating... 'So gross...' Oh what she would have given for a path, maybe some nice fresh fruit... But no. She was standing in the middle of some forsaken desert with a sun practically smashing her on the head with a fire hammer. She never liked the heat, despised places like this.
Yet there was no way to turn back now, not when she knew by the map curled up in her coat that she was a little more than half-way to the village she sought. The Wind Tribe's domain, a place of nothing but hardy warriors. Human warriors, but fighter nonetheless. At this point she wasn't going to be picky. Couldn't be if the goal was to be completed. The fox shook her head, the movement sharpening the heat on her neck and folded ears. 'Cursed hood... Only good for towns...' The thoughts increased in their frustration, instinct rising the vixen's fur until she had to force it to settle. A difficult task, one not made easy by notice of a water shortage. The medium cloth flask barely more than sagging, the metal mouth shining dry against the heat. From the sound alone it must be about... four hours of drink left? That was if she rationed it to the very farthest of her limits, limits that were much shorter than an average person. Again, blasted fur, cloak, and heat.
She sought some sort of heaven-sent reprieve, some present to alleviate her suffering. An oasis perhaps, yes that sounded good. An oasis full of cold water, fresh trees with fruits, maybe even some game to hunt... Her stomach growled, a whimpering sound that shook the very foundation of her strength. "Congratulation Tsukime, you've managed to remember you're starving. This is going so well. The vixen growled under her breath, shoving the flask back to its place in her yukata. A few more choice words escaped her, some colorful language in there; until it all suddenly evaporated. Her body stopped its walking, pupils narrowing as she squinted at the distance. A... shadow? A person? Out here? Wind Tribe?! For once the Kitsune wouldn't have ever been happier meeting a human, the adrenaline of excitement rushing through her body as she broke out into a full sprint. Probably would have transformed if she weren't careful, had to keep that hood up too and wrap her tail around her waist in the cover of her cloak. A perfect disguise, one that she trusted in so much that it took her only a few shouting 'hey!'s. One hand waved around wildly, the girl practically hopping; all while yelling out that ever hopeful: "Hey! Over here! Rescue me!" Yes. Very damsel in distress.
