[AW]  Free falling

Branwyn

3 y/o large Female
Vale, female fisher
Branwyn

The forest had become a lost relic to her over the last month or so, Branwyn was known for coming and going much like the wind, she would bounce from place to place. Staying for as long as she saw fit before she was off on her next adventure. Thatcher was no exception, it was — her home to some extent or another. The place she'd grown up alongside her brother...kind of being apart of the coven but never actually taking on the responsibility of obtaining a rank or doing the covens dirty work. She looked out for herself, herself and Warrick, and for the most part she didn't fret over her brother either. He could take care of himself. 

Tan dusted paws kissed the earth as she wove through the end of ravine path, the front half of her body came to rise from the ground like a rearing horse, except in mid air her front paws caught what almost appeared to be solid ground. The back half of her body following in a graceful leap into the sky as she danced upon the air currents, turning the sky into earth she would leap higher bounding over the tops of the pine trees. Bright golden eyes flitted down to the earth far below her feet, a fall from this height would certainly be her end; but fear? No that didn't strike her. Didn't even cross her mind as a flicker of a notion. She ran upon the sky without fear of the fall — fear was the only true enemy in this world. But most were too blind to see this. 

A smirk painted the womans cream maw, it was brilliant; daring. It sought to challenge fate. Without a second thought Branwyn allowed her concentration upon the air beneath her paws to cease — lids falling shut as she began to fall, quickly rolling her body so that her back faced the earth trying to recall how close she was to the tops of the trees as her body plummeted, not to be too distracted by the feeling of weightlessness that consumed her foremost thoughts. It consumed her though, the adrenaline swallowed her up like the hungry cats that prowled these woods. 

Golden hues snapped open, realizing she'd gotten distracted her muscles tightened using wind to help roll her body back around belly down too close to the trees now to put the breaks on soon enough. She closed her eyes tightly as branches collided with her face while she fought to slow her momentum. They scraped along her face and shoulders as she collided with them, snapping the bows against her flesh until she roughly collided with a thicker branch flailing to wrap her front paws around it and pull herself up so she was more stable. It had brought her to an abrupt halt and directly into a fit of coughs as the impact knocked the wind from her lungs — that was going to leave a mark. Claws gripped the limb tightly as to keep herself stable craning down to watch as her familiar darted over to the tree she sat up in, the fisher places a front paw on the trunk to try and get a better look. "I'm o-" cough. "ok..." 

Vale just shook her head. 

"speaking,"

Table by Centience. Art by sealoon @ DA
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