Just Around the River Bend. [Zephyr/Ines/Private] May 4, 2017 2:35:43 GMT
Post by Nyla Korvich on May 4, 2017 2:35:43 GMT
A thick mist cloaked the forest despite the later hours of morning. The air was chilly and a gentle breeze flowed through Little Pine Woods to ruffle the branches of the tall trees. For the most part a silence hung, but every so often it was interrupted by the steady steps of a short-haired blonde teen with some fox-like features. She took a deep breath through her nose, smelling the pleasant aroma of pine needles. Any needles that had fallen crunched beneath her running shoes and caused her to grow slightly worried that a passerby would hear her steps. Not everybody was friendly during the post apocalypse.
The fox-like girl had roused herself at dawn for a quiet stroll while her sister, she presumed, was back at the base. Naturally, Nyla had left her darling sister a note stating that she would be absent for some of the morning. She hoped Ines would remain at base and the teen knew that her actions for some alone time could lead to some unfortunate repercussions. Nyla would have to deal with the consequences later and silently pray that her personal time would not put Ines at any risk; if it did chances were she would stick to her little sister like super glue. Nothing or nobody was going to harm her sweet little Miel! As Ines' big sister, Nyla felt it was of the utmost necessity to fiercely protect her precious little sister from any harm, but even guards needed breaks.
Thus why she was strolling down a beaten dirt path where random sprouts of grass wormed their way up. A thin purple windbreaker protected Nyla's torso and arms from the cold meanwhile her legs were merely protected by a pair of tight black yoga pants that ended just before her ankles. Her nails were even painted a lovely deep red and lastly the typical red streak in her bangs had been created the day before. Sometimes she could help, but find herself worrying about petty things like her appearance in the dangerous new world. Her defense often times became boredom, what else could she do when she was not scouting or having a pleasant break day to relax any sore muscles?
While she walked, Nyla's ears remained pricked, searching for any noise that may come her way. Her yellow eyes began to absorb the sights since she had never once visited Little Pine Woods or her location of choice, Stony River. Most of her days were spent taking care of Ines and making certain her lazy uncle did not screw up. If Nyla had the nerve to and if it would not have created a bad impression on Ines, she would have punched the guy right in the jaw for his inexcusable ignorance and lazy attitude. It was malicious, but quite frankly Nyla could not care less about what happened to him or his lazy wife and should she find them there was a slim chance the teen would assist them. Providing enough care for herself and Ines was already difficult enough and adding two full grown, lazy adult to that list was not going to happen.
After a few moments of silent walking, the fox-like teen knew she was nearing her destination as her ears picked up on the sounds of slow-moving water. A smile crawled onto Nyla's face and she soon found herself lightly jogging ahead in excitement due to the plenty of rumors she heard about the Stony River being a pretty one. She broke through the pine branches and saw the sight that laid ahead of her. Fog encompassed the area, but the faint sunlight that managed to break through shone on the trickling river and caused the smooth rocks on the riverbed to glisten. Her face was awe-stricken, she had only seen such wonderful scenes in the paintings her parents showed her. For a moment, she surveyed her surroundings and noticed a log that had long fallen over by the riverbed. The smile remained on Nyla's face as she closed the distance between her and log.
She happily sat down, her tail gently swaying while her ears continued to scout for any possible dangers that may lurk. Her eyes watched the water flow by, the light that barely broke through the thick fog and the trees sway in the breeze. Nyla could not help, but give a sad sigh. If only she still had her sketchpad, she could have drawn a beautiful landscape and showed it to Ines, but unfortunately she had lost her final one when the apocalypse came. Her lazy uncle gave her little time to enjoy the wonders of art if it did not involve singing to earn some extra cash. The momentary frown at the thought soon faded, despite her lack of art materials there was no point in being sad. Thus, the teenager smiled and merely enjoyed the scene in front of her.
Off to where birds sing, and imagination dwells.
Pocahontas reference thread title, woooooo! ... I don't know.
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