Post by Willow on Dec 29, 2009 18:15:49 GMT -5
A sleek black shape streaked swiftly through the dark of the forest. A clearing appeared ahead of the black shape and moonlight filled the clearing with light. At the center of this clearing was a tall and sturdy gray Willow tree. The black shape slowed as it approached the tree. The shape was a black panther with an unusual ruff of fur from the middle of its forehead to the beginning of its shoulders. The panther's eyes were a deep forest green, and its face was exotic looking. A single silver marking was found underneath the panther's left eye, a strange marking it was. It flashed a bright silver light and suddenly a young woman with scruffy black hair and a black marking below her left eye was standing in place of the panther. Her eyes were a deep forest green.
"Hello, mother Willow," The woman said softly as she walked closer to the tree. Her voice was rough, almost raspy, like that of a cat's as she spoke. She placed her hands on the Willow's lower branches and in a swift movement she gracefully leapt atop it. She climbed gracefully higher into the branches until she finally settled herself into a crevice of branches. "It has been a while, I can tell you that," She continued to talk to the tree. "I am sorry that I haven't visited you in three months, but I have been away for a while." She stopped as the wind rustled slowly through the leaves of the tree. In the wind a voice seemed to reply. 'Thank you for returning, Anarya.'
Anarya smiled happily. This Willow tree held her history, the history of her childhood. When she was a young child she had frequently been found hiding in the branches from her parents, and her guardian Mishana. Her full name was Anarya Anarensha and she was a shifter, her shifting form that of a unique black panther. She was eighteen years old, and seemingly a loner to those who lived around her. But it was here, in the branches of the willow tree that she truly felt wanted, and that she belonged there. She had cared for this same tree when it had gotten sick one year and that was when she had learned of the spirit hidden within the tree. She sighed happily and looked up through the branches at the moon shimmering above her. A growl sounded within her as she heard a rustle in the brush and a black flash saw her in panther form once more, her unique ruff standing straight up as she leapt down branch by branch to the ground.
She was graceful, and her lean muscles rippled in the glow of the moonlight around her. She scented the air and relaxed slightly. 'Don't worry mother Willow, I am sure it is nothing dangerous,' She growled in her mind to the tree. She turned back to the tree and leapt atop the lowest branch where she laid down with her head atop her fore-paws.
word count ; 508
character ; Anarya Anarensha
ooc/notes ; She always was a suspicious kid, XD
"Hello, mother Willow," The woman said softly as she walked closer to the tree. Her voice was rough, almost raspy, like that of a cat's as she spoke. She placed her hands on the Willow's lower branches and in a swift movement she gracefully leapt atop it. She climbed gracefully higher into the branches until she finally settled herself into a crevice of branches. "It has been a while, I can tell you that," She continued to talk to the tree. "I am sorry that I haven't visited you in three months, but I have been away for a while." She stopped as the wind rustled slowly through the leaves of the tree. In the wind a voice seemed to reply. 'Thank you for returning, Anarya.'
Anarya smiled happily. This Willow tree held her history, the history of her childhood. When she was a young child she had frequently been found hiding in the branches from her parents, and her guardian Mishana. Her full name was Anarya Anarensha and she was a shifter, her shifting form that of a unique black panther. She was eighteen years old, and seemingly a loner to those who lived around her. But it was here, in the branches of the willow tree that she truly felt wanted, and that she belonged there. She had cared for this same tree when it had gotten sick one year and that was when she had learned of the spirit hidden within the tree. She sighed happily and looked up through the branches at the moon shimmering above her. A growl sounded within her as she heard a rustle in the brush and a black flash saw her in panther form once more, her unique ruff standing straight up as she leapt down branch by branch to the ground.
She was graceful, and her lean muscles rippled in the glow of the moonlight around her. She scented the air and relaxed slightly. 'Don't worry mother Willow, I am sure it is nothing dangerous,' She growled in her mind to the tree. She turned back to the tree and leapt atop the lowest branch where she laid down with her head atop her fore-paws.
word count ; 508
character ; Anarya Anarensha
ooc/notes ; She always was a suspicious kid, XD
