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Tristeza
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2009
The news had spread through the little countryside town of Peddleton like wildfire. A wolf was spotted on the outskirts of the woods, wandering by the farm fields, quickly appearing and disappearing with the blink of an eye. No one remembered the last time they'd seen one live, let alone one as close. Something that fascinated Miria beyond belief, was how no one was searching for him. She cruised through the forest, her sturdy boots guiding her into the deepest trail she knew. The other days, she'd been trying to find the wolf along the outer, more open clearings, but the brunette's resolve pushed her a little further everytime, and today, she was going to go the furthest she'd ever been in the forest.
The long braid swayed behind Miria as she climbed up the rocky path, sweat beading from her tanned olive skin. The sun had shined beautifully during the morning, so she'd picked a simple black tank top and worn out denim shorts that had almost outlived their usefulness, so weather beaten they were. Still, in spite of the oppressive heat that lingered, dark clouds had been gathering on the formerly blue sky over the oblivious Miria as the afternoon progressed into evening, her athletic form cruising through the greenery. The Biology student had been on the tracking team during high school, and, although she didn't run nearly half as much as she used to, her muscles were still taut and her body fit, although the cut back on the exercise intensity had allowed the feminine curves to round her handful of chest and perky ass in a most tempting way.
A far off rumbling sound finally drew her hazel eyes to the sky, a tip of annoyance twisting the corner of her dark rose lips. A storm was coming? Well, it was far away, so she'd have time to return to her home before even a drop fell on the forest... if she turned back then. Stopping for a moment, Miria pondered the options as she drank the rest of the water of the canteen she'd strapped to her waist, eyeing the extension of wood before her. She could always keep on going a little longer and settle for driving in the rain instead... wouldn't hurt.
Of course, the best laid plans are always bound to fail at some point. For one, it wasn't just a little blitz storm. The rain pounded the earth mercilessly, thick beads of watery doom turning dust to mud and puddles into lakes in a matter of minutes. And it arrived sooner than Miria expected. Much, much sooner. Her bearings were completely lost, shrouded by the heavy watery curtain, aside from drenching her from top to bottom. If things kept like this, this little journey of hers could actually end very, very badly. More than finding the feral dog, her priority became survival. And for survival, she needed a shelter. Luckily, a number of caverns existed on the mountain side, and the dark mouth of one could be seen among the rain and trees. After earning a fair share of scrapes and falls in the mud, it was a nearly out of breath Miria that plopped herself on the stone floor, leaning against the small cave wall as she watched the rain fall. It seemed like it'd be rainning aaaall night...
The long braid swayed behind Miria as she climbed up the rocky path, sweat beading from her tanned olive skin. The sun had shined beautifully during the morning, so she'd picked a simple black tank top and worn out denim shorts that had almost outlived their usefulness, so weather beaten they were. Still, in spite of the oppressive heat that lingered, dark clouds had been gathering on the formerly blue sky over the oblivious Miria as the afternoon progressed into evening, her athletic form cruising through the greenery. The Biology student had been on the tracking team during high school, and, although she didn't run nearly half as much as she used to, her muscles were still taut and her body fit, although the cut back on the exercise intensity had allowed the feminine curves to round her handful of chest and perky ass in a most tempting way.
A far off rumbling sound finally drew her hazel eyes to the sky, a tip of annoyance twisting the corner of her dark rose lips. A storm was coming? Well, it was far away, so she'd have time to return to her home before even a drop fell on the forest... if she turned back then. Stopping for a moment, Miria pondered the options as she drank the rest of the water of the canteen she'd strapped to her waist, eyeing the extension of wood before her. She could always keep on going a little longer and settle for driving in the rain instead... wouldn't hurt.
Of course, the best laid plans are always bound to fail at some point. For one, it wasn't just a little blitz storm. The rain pounded the earth mercilessly, thick beads of watery doom turning dust to mud and puddles into lakes in a matter of minutes. And it arrived sooner than Miria expected. Much, much sooner. Her bearings were completely lost, shrouded by the heavy watery curtain, aside from drenching her from top to bottom. If things kept like this, this little journey of hers could actually end very, very badly. More than finding the feral dog, her priority became survival. And for survival, she needed a shelter. Luckily, a number of caverns existed on the mountain side, and the dark mouth of one could be seen among the rain and trees. After earning a fair share of scrapes and falls in the mud, it was a nearly out of breath Miria that plopped herself on the stone floor, leaning against the small cave wall as she watched the rain fall. It seemed like it'd be rainning aaaall night...
