Finally, the damp air of the forest consumed her. It enveloped her body and soul, healing the wounds that the desert sun had etched into her flesh with its searing intensity (figuratively speaking of course). Contentedly she slinked amongst the darkness of the forest, her auburn singed black coat fading in and out of the thick shadows. Alert and still isolated, she watched the world from her somber abysmal chocolate eyes. They were so abstruse; it was hard to comprehend the emotion behind them as she surveyed her surroundings. Secretly, a small part of her was thrilled for the change of scenery. Besides the faint light that sifted through the canopy of trees (even in the late afternoon), there was little that reminded her of the place she now inhabited; and she was glad for that. She hadn't learned to love the desert sands yet; she only had just begun to tolerate its hot mass of gritty shards. And only just now had her muscles learned to withstand its brutal strain on their strength. The tawny dunes were difficult for a creature styled in the way of the Spanish. Her heavier mass causing the sands to act as if their were disappearing beneath her and she were sinking rapidly into the core of the earth. But she had left them behind for now, taking refuge in the dim light and cooler air.
Every sound made her velvet ears twitch, and every movement caught her attention. From the scents carried heavy on the faint breeze to the soft breathing of a quiescent fawn near by, she noticed it all. Rogue was vigilant never to be caught unaware. Time had taught her a lesson in attentiveness that she’d never forget as long as she lived. The dread of surprise imprinted into her mind and into her being, it would sooner kill her than leave her be. So she’d learned never to truly trust her surroundings, even if the thick woodlands were her haven of choice. She wasn’t even sure why she was here, or why she was just wandering. She felt the need to relive the past years of her vague life, giving in to the urge to roam the earth without reason or purpose. It was her addiction, her pacifier, and her life up until now. She’d hardly known a day of rest until recently, and the days of peace left her uneasy at times; restless and unsettled. She craved the aimless meandering. And so here she was, giving in to her obsession. Going nowhere, seeking no one.
rogue // espionage
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