09-28-2022, 07:56 PM
The storm has ravaged everything, tossing trees, and tearing the earth. It is almost as if she can feel it herself. The ebbing pain of the world around her. The tigress walks with regality, easily stepping along the ground. No mud stains her pure white and black pelt as she slips through the foliage. Form drapped in a dark red cloak that is just as spotless. Soft blue orbs of light follow after her and she sighs softly as she sees a tree that has toppled over. With a soft frown upon her muzzle the woman motions with a paw the large tree begins to rise up. With a motion of her head it replants itself from where it once stood.
Turning she walks along the waterlogged places, paws briefly touching upon the surface and sending ripples along the muddy liquid. She walks on the water with ease as she continues her short walk of looking around. Her eyes gleam gently as she makes her way, not yet knowing that there is a group that lives here. With each tree she finds turned over or wronged she helps it. Replanting the trees and making their roots stronger.
Turning she walks along the waterlogged places, paws briefly touching upon the surface and sending ripples along the muddy liquid. She walks on the water with ease as she continues her short walk of looking around. Her eyes gleam gently as she makes her way, not yet knowing that there is a group that lives here. With each tree she finds turned over or wronged she helps it. Replanting the trees and making their roots stronger.