sweet Thames, run softly -- [risk, haukur]

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ooc| so sorry for the lateness! and Tinde's singing Lovely Day by Jason Mraz. xD

Mhmm...what a lovely day...

It was a swirling, strange-keyed tune that plucked the golden grasses of the plains and reverberated on the surfaces of the rush, rush, rushing of the river. A lone figure sat by the sloping banks of the water, his voice oddly finding its way out of the throes of the river's roars and getting heard. Water droplets, flung from the churning currents, clung to the thin wisps of his fur, making it moist and damp. The yellow stalks on the shore were limp and glistening from wetness.

It was evening. The sun was setting on the other side of the plains, dipping into the dunes of the faraway desert. The air was smoky and shadow-hued, all rosy and gold and purple, shifting across the plains. It made the place nearly like an illusion: the only thing seeming solid and real being the ferocity of the river.

But Tinde was contented. It was a lovely, lovely day, or not-day, perhaps. And he was alone to bask in its peace, the river being his volatile companion...or...not. A swift tilt of head, and he faced away from the river, shaking his pelt and standing, feathers still quite soggy.

Pray come out, strangers. His voice was light and quaint.

[r i s k]

RISK

there’s nothing I could say to you.
A large and beautiful golden yellow orb sounded by shades of yellow orange and red solemnly started to fall; a cool and black backdrop rising in its place, cold silver stars scattered around on the black tarp. The orb was falling oh so slightly and as you looked at it the intensity of the colors screaming at you seem to calm you so innocently. The rays of sun seemed to stretch so closely to you almost touching you and about to reach but never do. Thinking of them like a long life friend leaving now but you will see them again soon. The bright and vibrant colors still screaming seem to still the body; the sunset was one of Risk’s beloved things, something she couldn’t live without. To her; it looked like a large bulb so delicate but strong and such a useful needed thing. As it fell behind the mountains it left the clouds pink with it’s fallen color and the visible water with the reflection it left on the clouds; beauty.

The sunset reminded her of one thing and one person only; Saima. Saima was a beautiful wolf, her fur was a solid white as white as a blizzard storm there was no part on her body that wasn’t white she was invisible in the snow her eyes were the palest of color they looked white to anyone who glanced, but she was beautiful. Even though there was no part of her body that was like a sunset she was just blankly white but it was just her personality. Though she had one of the most twisted minds, the most bizarre mother, and the most beautiful appeal she was a spark of flaming fire her body – in risk’s mind – was a flame ball, a bulb of pure hostility but she was a goddess – again in risk’s mind.

Saima was always upon her mind she never really left it and would never not until she knew she had died and saw proof, or she found her and would never let her leave her. Then again there were those random moments when she was with a certain someone but she would never admit that it ever changed with him. He seemed to let loose everything she believed in and make her wild – if she could get wilder – and free. He could make her feel so angry but then he made her feel oh so good. He was perfect for her; but she would never admit it, ever.

She was quite soft on her paws she was almost never heard because of her light weight. She was only small so her weight was used to her advantage, and she liked that, but then again she was fine with it. She wasn’t light enough to not make noise she would shift her weight from side to side, keep her knees bent; but she never tried to do this all the time it almost came as an instinct to her when she was hunting – and that was just what she was doing.

She was not following a small critter, she didn’t really care if she got the catch or not, but it would be nice to get it, she was just the tad hungry. She licked her maw and stalked carefully after the small animal that was nibbling on a small seed, its fur was dew covered, eh. She kept going, it didn’t seem to notice her but it was still walking, she followed it, she followed it into a small clearing, and who was there to stand in the other side of the clearing? Him. She let out a snarl, the prey heard her; it ran to find shelter. Then she let out a louder more powerful un cracking growl that formed deep in her through.

She narrowed her eyes at the male, her feathers rose up high and she let out her soft quite voice as loud as she could. You again.