Post by Aranel Aearon on Jan 6, 2006 19:11:56 GMT -5
Out of the shadows slunk a cloaked figure, carrying a bundle of torches in her paw. Even from outside of the small area and despite the darkness, Aranel could smell the scent of flora growing from the concentrated spot. She hop-skipped over, ducking and weaving through the sillhouettes of other, larger, stationary figures. Finally she reached the gardens. Standing up straight, Aranel let her hood fall to her shoulders, revealing a pretty, golden-furred she-wolf.
Rane strode, smiling, into the Horde's famous garden, stopping here and there to sniff or touch a petal or leaf. It was winter, and the plants of the garden were dry. The she-wolf moved on, walking directly under a low-hanging tree bough, full of dry leaves and twigs. The tops of her torches licked the fuel hungrily, and immediately flames shot up through the limb, spreading within moments to the heart of the tree.
The she-wolf turned and looked, letting one torch fly casually into a patch of dry grass on the ground and few feet away. Aranel's blue eyes flashed.
"Oops!" she said, then walked off again, grinning.
Further into the garden she dropped off another torch, spreading it along a row of bushes. The golden canine looked up, her remaining two torches in her paw. Smoke was rising in plumes above the garden now, and it was obvious the fire was spreading.
"Why, I do believe that their garden is a'fire," Rane announced to herself.
It was growing warm, and the she-wolf could risk being trapped, so she began making her way toward the exit, humming brightly.
Rane strode, smiling, into the Horde's famous garden, stopping here and there to sniff or touch a petal or leaf. It was winter, and the plants of the garden were dry. The she-wolf moved on, walking directly under a low-hanging tree bough, full of dry leaves and twigs. The tops of her torches licked the fuel hungrily, and immediately flames shot up through the limb, spreading within moments to the heart of the tree.
The she-wolf turned and looked, letting one torch fly casually into a patch of dry grass on the ground and few feet away. Aranel's blue eyes flashed.
"Oops!" she said, then walked off again, grinning.
Further into the garden she dropped off another torch, spreading it along a row of bushes. The golden canine looked up, her remaining two torches in her paw. Smoke was rising in plumes above the garden now, and it was obvious the fire was spreading.
"Why, I do believe that their garden is a'fire," Rane announced to herself.
It was growing warm, and the she-wolf could risk being trapped, so she began making her way toward the exit, humming brightly.
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