Post by Quen on Jul 12, 2008 10:16:25 GMT -5
[the last time I posted this was in march, and I haven't been on much because it hasn't gotten a reply at all...but I'm reposting it so that thsoe on will know that I'm still here and willing to RP...]
Quen made her way through the lush jungle, on edge but feeling exhilarated. She couldn't remember the last time she had explored a new area; it must have been when she was naught but a cub when she had had last been on her own.
After meeting with that kind black lion, she had fled, not wanting to be forced into something that she wasn't ready for. Soon after she left, she had decided to not move in the direction of the Savannah that she had come from previously come from.
Her thoughts had been of Rasta, the kindly lion who had comforted her before. While the kindly black lion had tried to court her purposefully and with intent, Quen's heart only raced when she thought of Rasta, and a tinge of heat grace her cheeks from her thoughts. The image of him licking her scar stayed in her mind, and no matter what she did the blush stayed on her cheeks as she walked. It was Rasta that had told her to explore and find out who she was again; the Pride had defined her, and because she was alone Quen now knew that she had to redefine herself.
She walked through the trees and felt as though she was being closed in on all sides because of all the vegetation in one place, but she pushed forward. It was still daylight and rays of sun fell throug the atmosphere to the soft soil that her paws padded on. Everything was so bright here; the trees were a lucious shade of green, and flowers of all kinds of hues presented themselves, all vying for her attention as she continued to prowl through the new area.
Whaat sorts of animals lived here?l What sorts of prey? What plants were good healing wounds and which for eating when meat could not be found? Which trees were best for shade, and which usually had birds in them. The trees stretched so high. Which ones were good for climbing to stalk an enemy? Did it rain frequently? Was it always this hot, even at night?
At first she hoped that someone would come along who could explain all of this to her; but after roaming for a few more minutes, thoughts of Rasta floated to the surface of her mind again, and she wondered what he would say.
She was sure that he would tell her that figuring out the answers to those questions on her own would be the majority of the fun.
And so, Quen continued to walk, her heart beating fast with thoughts of Rasta and her mind wondering curiously what was going to happen next.
Quen made her way through the lush jungle, on edge but feeling exhilarated. She couldn't remember the last time she had explored a new area; it must have been when she was naught but a cub when she had had last been on her own.
After meeting with that kind black lion, she had fled, not wanting to be forced into something that she wasn't ready for. Soon after she left, she had decided to not move in the direction of the Savannah that she had come from previously come from.
Her thoughts had been of Rasta, the kindly lion who had comforted her before. While the kindly black lion had tried to court her purposefully and with intent, Quen's heart only raced when she thought of Rasta, and a tinge of heat grace her cheeks from her thoughts. The image of him licking her scar stayed in her mind, and no matter what she did the blush stayed on her cheeks as she walked. It was Rasta that had told her to explore and find out who she was again; the Pride had defined her, and because she was alone Quen now knew that she had to redefine herself.
She walked through the trees and felt as though she was being closed in on all sides because of all the vegetation in one place, but she pushed forward. It was still daylight and rays of sun fell throug the atmosphere to the soft soil that her paws padded on. Everything was so bright here; the trees were a lucious shade of green, and flowers of all kinds of hues presented themselves, all vying for her attention as she continued to prowl through the new area.
Whaat sorts of animals lived here?l What sorts of prey? What plants were good healing wounds and which for eating when meat could not be found? Which trees were best for shade, and which usually had birds in them. The trees stretched so high. Which ones were good for climbing to stalk an enemy? Did it rain frequently? Was it always this hot, even at night?
At first she hoped that someone would come along who could explain all of this to her; but after roaming for a few more minutes, thoughts of Rasta floated to the surface of her mind again, and she wondered what he would say.
She was sure that he would tell her that figuring out the answers to those questions on her own would be the majority of the fun.
And so, Quen continued to walk, her heart beating fast with thoughts of Rasta and her mind wondering curiously what was going to happen next.