you will remember me for centuries // open!

Tag: @ubby

Minerva wasn't one to dismiss the sidequests for the bigger adventure; she was on an important mission, but she was also free to explore as she wished. She was ready to see the world beyond her pack and wanted to know every inch of it. "It would make me a better leader, after all. Filled with wisdom." she had reasoned to herself with a swelling chest out loud only a day ago. She couldn't say she was all for these colder places. She had strayed a bit too far from her environment zone for her liking, but she continued to press forward regardless. She knew there was something worth venturing to see.

She struck gold when she came across an old, dappled colored dog. The friendly old fella spotted her out and played a guessing game, trying to figure out what breed of hunting dog she was. After clearing the misunderstanding and explaining that she wasn't from around here, the old fella began to talk her large ears off about the land. She listened, however. The dog had a certain charm to him and a twinkle in his eyes that reminded her of her mother. After a while of mixing in his personal life with the landmarks, (oh, how he was a very ventured dog), he finally ended with a bit of a frown and stated; "B' don't wander too far to th'mountain o'er yonder; dark practices took place 'ere.."

"Is that so?" Minerva inquired with a look of shock to hide her slowly growing amusement. She had to tuck her tail to hide its wagging.

"Yea, I'd bet my bone its haunted with a evil or two." He stated, lowering his tone as if he was afraid the mountain would hear. The dog looked over to her legs, which were as long as his whole body, and noted the slightly wagging tell. "But you be gettin' it in your mind to go anyway, don'tcha girl? Fine, go on! Don't say I didn't warn ya!" He roared with a cackle, finally going merrily on his way.

She briefly wondered what other characters she would run into on her journey as she traveled up Eagle Rock. The building was huge; more intimidating than any story that dog could tell. She had never been in a closed area before; she was born to open skies and tall grass. Minerva wondered if she was claustrophobic. Minerva skipped around the building a little, mostly stalling but also trying to figure how was she is going to get in. After looping around a little, she finally settled for the broken window she would very much try to avoid. Her slender body could easily get through it, but she needed to throw herself with enough force and precision to make it. "Lets grit our teeth and get on with it then." she muttered, backing up and then spinning once, twice, and when she felt a good amount of energy in her feet, darting forward with her ears tucked tight against her head and a jaguar's lunge.

She had known she had made it when the moist, stuffy air of an old warping building hit her nose before the scent of blood. Unclearling her tail from her leg and rising from her crouch, looking around the dark and dreary place. It sent a tingle up her spine that made her fur bristle, but she continue roaming its dephs. Right when she thought she had seen enough of this place-and notably no ghosts- she headed towards the window once more, only to see the heavy rain and feel the sharp, cold wind. "I guess I'll be staying here for the night..." she said glumly. It was a little nerve wracking to think only moments ago it was bright and sun-shiny. What had she gotten herself into? 'Just stay awake, Minerva' she told to herself over and over, hopping onto the soft furniture and looking out the window with doubt.

She was chasing gazelle in her dreams within ten minutes.

She would have slept all through early morning. A princess needs her beauty sleep; especially when she finds a bed fit for a princess. Only, a loud crash from the front that jolted her awake. Could it be? Was she finally getting the ghost she was promised? Minerva's heart pounded in her chest, but she figured the only way out was where the ghost must be, so she would have to confront it if she wanted to leave anyway. She step forward proudly with a high held head, though notably trying to stay as silent as possible as not to alert the thing. Peering over the corner, Minerva was relieved to just see a wolf in a corner of a room, tending their wounds. There was glass scattered about the newly made hole, and Minerva put two and two together, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Not-so-graceful entrance, huh?" she teased walking out for the other to see her.

(OOC:Oh, the irony)