Post by Rune Blazetail on Apr 9, 2013 15:50:45 GMT -5
Rune padded slowly through the underbrush. Unlike most of his kin, he didn't always prefer the treetops. Encounters with archers and other nasty adventures had left him with a healthy dose of fear toward always relying on other beasts not thinking to look up. His sword and pack felt light, mostly due to the fact that he had little food left, and hadn't found anything so far in his morning's forraging. His stomach was beginning to complain, but he ignored it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the clearing he had been circling, so he stepped out of the undergrowth into the sun.
He stood, savoring the warmth then went about his original purpose for being there. Finding food. There were a few tender shoots that could serve to calm his mutinous stomach momentarily, and he crouched down, grabbing a pawfull. He stayed crouched, alert while he munched on the shoots of some unnamed edible plant. His blue eyes flickered over the edge of the clearing that he was facing, contemplating his next move. In the sun, the red tufts of fur in his tail shone bright, leaving no doubt why he was called Blazetail.
He stood, savoring the warmth then went about his original purpose for being there. Finding food. There were a few tender shoots that could serve to calm his mutinous stomach momentarily, and he crouched down, grabbing a pawfull. He stayed crouched, alert while he munched on the shoots of some unnamed edible plant. His blue eyes flickered over the edge of the clearing that he was facing, contemplating his next move. In the sun, the red tufts of fur in his tail shone bright, leaving no doubt why he was called Blazetail.