Boredom; The state of having nothing interesting to do and wishing for something to occupy the mind.
Now that the Group had been decimated, there was no impending sense of doom. On the one paw, this meant less stress and need for constant movement--and naps were a thing now wholly enjoyed--but on the other paw, there was a distinct lack of... excitement. Not being part of a pride meant no worry of being found out, yet it also meant there were no minds with which to play games. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise, but this one didn't much think so. When given to idleness, a bit of crazy tended to appear. It made this one more brazen, more stupid, as skills went without honing. The time to look for a pride to join would be soon. Just not quite yet. There was still some joy to be had in the lazy nights spent watching the stars drift across the skies. That, and this one had yet to meet back up with Gwyn. Imagine if this one had joined a pride and upset the magnificent beast? How terrible. How delightfully terrible. Oh, yes. The next trip this one made would be to the place where pride recruiters sought willing members. For now, contentment was found in further exploring the twisting tunnels of this labyrinth.
A grand mental map had already been drawn, and adding to it was tonight's venture. After traipsing over and across all known areas, an effort to confuse this one's scent by pulling some of the damp cave air to its own pelt, it had decided on one particular tunnel to explore. This tunnel was but one of many so similar, and yet it was new and exhilarating. As the sun dipped down to the horizon outside--which, of course, could not be seen, but this one's Circadian Rhythm knew the time quite exactly--and the moon began to rise, this path was being trod. Steps were gentle, graceful, shoulders rolling beneath the pelt in a natural stalker's gait. Care was taken to keep paws from debris, breaths even and slow, and senses trained on the surrounds. There was no telling what lay ahead, and inclined stealth meant the best chance at catching anyone else unawares. How fun would it be to find someone to spook? The thought spurred this one on, and the tunnel began to glow with dim light.
The corridor opened into a vast room with a hole in the ceiling that allowed moonlight to shine in great rays to the center of the floor. A beautiful sight, with stalagmites and stalactites glittering with bits of embedded crystalline structures. The pool of light was focused on a raised platform, its surface relatively flat. It was almost as if a stage had been set, the spotlight focused and... there were no actors. Certain, this one could act with the absolute best of them--perhaps even better--and yet... and yet. This one slunk through the shadows, keeping just out of reach of the stunning glare as it circled the stage. Were it not for the glistening of sleek fur and the shine of black eyes, it almost appeared as a wraith rather than a physical being was investigating this place. It paused, faced the stage, and seemed to weigh its options. Maybe it would've stepped up and taken center-stage. Maybe it would've simply looked its fill then left. We won't know, now, for the sound of paws coming down a tunnel interrupted the scene.
This one retreated into the darkest of the shadows, blending with all but a faint reflection of night-eyes. And it waited to see who else might be enticed to this play.
words. 617
tags. @Olympia
notes. cue!
Now that the Group had been decimated, there was no impending sense of doom. On the one paw, this meant less stress and need for constant movement--and naps were a thing now wholly enjoyed--but on the other paw, there was a distinct lack of... excitement. Not being part of a pride meant no worry of being found out, yet it also meant there were no minds with which to play games. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise, but this one didn't much think so. When given to idleness, a bit of crazy tended to appear. It made this one more brazen, more stupid, as skills went without honing. The time to look for a pride to join would be soon. Just not quite yet. There was still some joy to be had in the lazy nights spent watching the stars drift across the skies. That, and this one had yet to meet back up with Gwyn. Imagine if this one had joined a pride and upset the magnificent beast? How terrible. How delightfully terrible. Oh, yes. The next trip this one made would be to the place where pride recruiters sought willing members. For now, contentment was found in further exploring the twisting tunnels of this labyrinth.
A grand mental map had already been drawn, and adding to it was tonight's venture. After traipsing over and across all known areas, an effort to confuse this one's scent by pulling some of the damp cave air to its own pelt, it had decided on one particular tunnel to explore. This tunnel was but one of many so similar, and yet it was new and exhilarating. As the sun dipped down to the horizon outside--which, of course, could not be seen, but this one's Circadian Rhythm knew the time quite exactly--and the moon began to rise, this path was being trod. Steps were gentle, graceful, shoulders rolling beneath the pelt in a natural stalker's gait. Care was taken to keep paws from debris, breaths even and slow, and senses trained on the surrounds. There was no telling what lay ahead, and inclined stealth meant the best chance at catching anyone else unawares. How fun would it be to find someone to spook? The thought spurred this one on, and the tunnel began to glow with dim light.
The corridor opened into a vast room with a hole in the ceiling that allowed moonlight to shine in great rays to the center of the floor. A beautiful sight, with stalagmites and stalactites glittering with bits of embedded crystalline structures. The pool of light was focused on a raised platform, its surface relatively flat. It was almost as if a stage had been set, the spotlight focused and... there were no actors. Certain, this one could act with the absolute best of them--perhaps even better--and yet... and yet. This one slunk through the shadows, keeping just out of reach of the stunning glare as it circled the stage. Were it not for the glistening of sleek fur and the shine of black eyes, it almost appeared as a wraith rather than a physical being was investigating this place. It paused, faced the stage, and seemed to weigh its options. Maybe it would've stepped up and taken center-stage. Maybe it would've simply looked its fill then left. We won't know, now, for the sound of paws coming down a tunnel interrupted the scene.
This one retreated into the darkest of the shadows, blending with all but a faint reflection of night-eyes. And it waited to see who else might be enticed to this play.
words. 617
tags. @Olympia
notes. cue!
