Post by Lightstar on Apr 4, 2010 16:19:42 GMT -5
A pitiless midday sun beat down on the land. Though it was only the spring season, the air was rather uncomfortably warm for any cat that didn’t have a short or thin pelt. A few clouds tentatively wavered along the edges of an ashen sky, but didn’t dare to approach the sun at its zenith. A cool breeze, though, mercifully slipped down and stirred the air at irregular intervals. Still, the air above the flat grayish street wavered with heat, and the pavement itself was hot and unforgiving on travel-weary paws. No shade stretched out gentle fingers to relieve the plight of the nomad who wandered tiredly down the gray scar that sliced across the landscape.
Silhouette was baking. Her crow-black fur soaked up the heat and burned it into her tiny body. The warmth settled on her like a weight, bowing her small head and making her tail droop and trail across the burning surface of the road. She felt she didn’t have the strength to lift it and relieve it. Blessedly, there were few vehicles charging across that stretch of road on that particular day, despite the inviting warmth. Only thrice had the petite feline ducked away from wheels that spat gravel at her thin frame. Now was a long lull, in which nothing interrupted the long path that promised only heat and exhaustion.
Dryness fizzled on the small cat’s tongue, and Silhouette uselessly tried to swallow some of her own spit. The fluid she produced was only in tiny amounts, for her body was timid to waste any liquid. The black cat smacked her jaws and growled pitifully, raising her gaze from the eye-burning asphalt and gazing hopelessly around. All she heard was the sizzle of heat on the hard, hot surface, the rustle of the untouchable trees in the forest beyond, the scuttling sound of insects in the grass, and…
What was that? Dark ears pricked as the rogue raised her head a little higher. A soft murmur teased her eardrums, sounding like heavenly water flowing over the ground. It might have been nothing more than a trick of her senses, but her mouth began to dampen at the prospect of satiating her thirst. Suddenly her paws her not so weary, nor did they drag along the rough ground. Now they carried her swiftly in the direction of the sound of the water. Pallid eyes raked the landscape until they settled on the silvery flicker at the side of the road where a small stream slipped beneath the harsh asphalt.
Silhouette’s paws were all too eager to leave the monotonous surface of the road, even though they were callous to its roughness, and carry her through the spiky grass that marked its edges. Across the plants and down a small, damp embankment she slid, a small, dusty black shadow in the baking heat. She settled by the side of the stream, at the place where it flowed out of a round stone tunnel which led it underneath the road. Her limbs were all too willing to bend as she crouched, for they were still tired from her long travels. She lowered her muzzle and began to take the first few sips of oily but glorious water.
Silhouette was baking. Her crow-black fur soaked up the heat and burned it into her tiny body. The warmth settled on her like a weight, bowing her small head and making her tail droop and trail across the burning surface of the road. She felt she didn’t have the strength to lift it and relieve it. Blessedly, there were few vehicles charging across that stretch of road on that particular day, despite the inviting warmth. Only thrice had the petite feline ducked away from wheels that spat gravel at her thin frame. Now was a long lull, in which nothing interrupted the long path that promised only heat and exhaustion.
Dryness fizzled on the small cat’s tongue, and Silhouette uselessly tried to swallow some of her own spit. The fluid she produced was only in tiny amounts, for her body was timid to waste any liquid. The black cat smacked her jaws and growled pitifully, raising her gaze from the eye-burning asphalt and gazing hopelessly around. All she heard was the sizzle of heat on the hard, hot surface, the rustle of the untouchable trees in the forest beyond, the scuttling sound of insects in the grass, and…
What was that? Dark ears pricked as the rogue raised her head a little higher. A soft murmur teased her eardrums, sounding like heavenly water flowing over the ground. It might have been nothing more than a trick of her senses, but her mouth began to dampen at the prospect of satiating her thirst. Suddenly her paws her not so weary, nor did they drag along the rough ground. Now they carried her swiftly in the direction of the sound of the water. Pallid eyes raked the landscape until they settled on the silvery flicker at the side of the road where a small stream slipped beneath the harsh asphalt.
Silhouette’s paws were all too eager to leave the monotonous surface of the road, even though they were callous to its roughness, and carry her through the spiky grass that marked its edges. Across the plants and down a small, damp embankment she slid, a small, dusty black shadow in the baking heat. She settled by the side of the stream, at the place where it flowed out of a round stone tunnel which led it underneath the road. Her limbs were all too willing to bend as she crouched, for they were still tired from her long travels. She lowered her muzzle and began to take the first few sips of oily but glorious water.