Feeling E.Lec.Tric Tonight (open)

[nala]

Catherine & Pip.

Fog was a nuisance when it was this hot. Usually it burned up in the heat, but in this forest it seemed to stick in a nauseating way. In all honesty, throughout her entire life of traveling, this had to be one of the most awful places. Maybe it was her aching bones or her grumbling stomach that made her feel this way. Maybe it was just her cheery disposition. Either way, Catherine's footsteps were not light as she trudged through the territory.

The wet had driven her from the Bayou. The heat had finally convinced her to abandon the desert. Yet, now, she found herself in a mix of the two, with her beautiful, near white coat sticking to her sides as she heaved with effort. Pip floated from branch to branch above her, his own effort not exactly causing a loss of breath, but his lack of song creating an eerie, pissed off vibe between the two. 

Catherine had originally thought travel through Orut was the best option she had at moving towards the cool, refreshing climate of her birth place. She evaded the plains, knowing her cousin Pilate now ruled. His stench at the boarder was enough for her to skirt the outline and avoid a much needed conflict. The pair hadn't spoken in ages, and although everything inside her craved a good brawl, Catherine wasn't quite so interested in family relations after leaving the desert's Brady Bunch. "Do you know where the hell we are, Pip?" She growled coming to a stop. 

[Mallory]

The pungent smell of summer clung to the mist that shrouded Orut, leaving a lingering scent of dampness in every nook and cranny within the forest. It was, perhaps, the only sign that the seasons had changed alongside the change in temperature. Orut, being so secluded, was often lost in the sea of change. This season, however, seemed to be different. Though the smell was overwhelming, Gideon did not mind it. Change was good; change could possibly bring something worthwhile and substantial to Orut. He had to keep an open mind. Orut had slowly begun to climb up the metaphorical ladder, when compared to his neighbors, but the forest was not where he wanted it to be. While he did not want to be resolutely feared like his desert neighbors to the south, he wanted his kingdom – and its people – to be just as respected. Their numbers growing, even at their slow rate, would help ensure their steady climb would not be lost.

With a grunt, the pale golden stallion shook his head. There was still a lot of work to be done, if he was to restore Orut to its former glory. Today was not the day, however, for he had far more important things to be concerned with. He had upped his patrol of Orut, ever since the unwelcome surprise of a lurker within the deeper parts of the woods once Gideon had taken over. It had seemed Gideon’s icy and protective nature over Orut had driven him out. Good. It is best to eradicate those who will spoil the crop. He had not taken kindly to strangers coming on his land, evermore so now that his own flesh and blood frolicked in these very woods, unless they came with a purpose. His patrol eventually led him further into Orut, where the trees thinned out and a large open area appeared. Deciding he needed a short reprieve, the stallion altered his path towards it. He was weary, and surely a short break would do no harm. However, a break was not what Fate seemed to have in store for him as the foreign scents invaded his nostrils. With a scowl, the pale stallion cut through the fog with ease, blue eyes seeking the intruders.

status complete
tags: Catherine
words: 370+
notes: Partially recycled, hope you don't mind. :'D
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[nala]

Catherine & Pip.

Catherine hung her head low, panting almost in the heat of mid-day. "No..no.. m'lady. Pip does not know this place. He landed, exhausted as well, between the mare's ears. It was his favorite spot, and he often sung when he sat there. Today, however, was not a day for singing. Catherine rose, slightly, listening for anything useful in the distance. Momentarily she thought she heard moving water, but she snapped out of that thought quickly. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Orut was a hard place to be if you expected to keep your wits about you at the same time.

"Well, isn't that just wonderful." The memory of her first desert meeting crept back into her brain as the dizziness set in. "Just wonderful." She was to hot to be mad, and to made to be happy nonetheless. And then things began to happen. Things that weren't hallucinatory. 

Pip let out a squeak, as he sensed it too. Lurking. Something was lurking. Catherine prayed it wasn't a cat. She couldn't see more than three feet in front of her face, and she'd surely become a meal if it was.