Wheeling Gull Isle friction!
suspended between survival and civility
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lmao reigi fuckin' WISHED she was asleep

^ don't actually put that in your post

The black-masked woman knew nothing of warm air currents or divine punishment; she knew only that the ground shook with the force of the heavens.  

She had left the children with Coelacanth so that she might begin to lactate and she could go visit her own babies back in Bearclaw Valley, blisfully unaware of the wicked firebrand that had claimed them as her own.  The earth den had begun to make her anxious.  Often, she awoke from nightmares in which the Redleaf sisters came and killed her babies — all of them — Nunataq, Marten, Fern, Mur.  Maegi, even though she looked old enough to protect herself.  It felt too much like the Valley.

Many things had settled her fears.  Starshine and her gentle, welcoming demeanor.  Undersea did not feel plagued by the intense, ritualistic dominance rites that she had experienced and it was likely due to the inkdog and how she ruled.  Being able to recruit Rokig had made her feel useful.  But she was still plagued with the feeling that she wasn't enough.  That she wouldn't be enough for anyone — ever — and even if she miraculously found someone like herself, she would ruin it.  Congratulations on your reatarded children.

She sullied Undersea with her negativity, so she made herself useful instead.  She marked the borders religiously, filled the caches where she could, and tried to make sure every newcomer was looked after; everything she had done in Bearclaw (although it seemed that her Islander packmates certainly appreciated it more).

This evening she had braved the waters.  She had not found the confidence to even get her toes wet, but she had found a small collection of seashells that she had intended on bringing back to the children.  But the sky began to grow dark faster than the night could have possibly fallen, and her limbs began to shake.  She had always been afraid of thunderstorms.

She fled inland as it began to pour and the dark expanse of night was made darker by the clouds — no stars were kind enough to light her way.  Openly she shivered and cried, her ears slicked back as she slunk across the landscape.  As soon as she saw Komodo she made a pathetic approach, her stomach tucked to the ground as she whimpered mindlessly at his feet, trying to tuck her face between his forepaws.  

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Messages In This Thread
friction! - by Komodo - May 21, 2018, 12:24 AM
RE: friction! - by Reigi - May 21, 2018, 12:56 AM
RE: friction! - by Komodo - June 04, 2018, 02:25 PM