May 14, 2018, 06:28 PM
(This post was last modified: July 07, 2018, 11:56 AM by Coelacanth.)
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@Stockholm and @Moorhen had finally gotten Coelacanth to rest long enough to give her aching muscles some semblance of relief. Long soaks in Wavewrack Lagoon had improved her mood as much as her mobility, and as she approached the gravid female now, the limp in her left forelimb was virtually undetectable. Within her jaws was a precious section of rich, fatty sea lion meat, the likes of which she usually only consumed during the Hunter’s Moon — but the pinniped had passed naturally, if somewhat gruesomely, after being attacked by a larger predator. Its carcass had washed up on the beach earlier that morning, to be carted inland by a handful of the seawolves.
Sneakily, Coelacanth had sequestered several portions for gifting — she wanted to make sure the island’s mothers and children received their fair share! On her immediate list was her lamb, first and foremost; the viridian-eyed dryad and her fire-kissed brood; the winter raven and her little snowbird; the bewitching girl with the jack-o’-lantern grin; and, of course, the collie.
She’d been looking for Moorhen, but it was a victory regardless to find the fine-boned, round-bellied female. A whuff of greeting puffed her cheeks around her gift. Her feathered tail wagged eagerly, and the birdlike tilt of her head wondered, “How are you?” as a soft whine of inquiry wheedled from her muffled mouth. Approaching rather fearlessly, taking liberties that she might not have taken so readily had Poppy been a full-blooded wolf instead of a full-blooded dog, Seelie set the meat within easy reach of the other girl’s muzzle and then stepped back. In one fluid motion, she too sprawled out on the sand, one feathered paw stretching forward in an appealing motion.
Together, the two oddly-fashioned creatures shared what stories they could, given Poppy’s fragile state and Coelacanth’s speech impediment. They bonded over their similarly domesticated backgrounds and the healing nature of the island, mused about the joined future of their children, and eventually curled together for a nap once the gravid female’s appetite had been quenched.
Sneakily, Coelacanth had sequestered several portions for gifting — she wanted to make sure the island’s mothers and children received their fair share! On her immediate list was her lamb, first and foremost; the viridian-eyed dryad and her fire-kissed brood; the winter raven and her little snowbird; the bewitching girl with the jack-o’-lantern grin; and, of course, the collie.
She’d been looking for Moorhen, but it was a victory regardless to find the fine-boned, round-bellied female. A whuff of greeting puffed her cheeks around her gift. Her feathered tail wagged eagerly, and the birdlike tilt of her head wondered, “How are you?” as a soft whine of inquiry wheedled from her muffled mouth. Approaching rather fearlessly, taking liberties that she might not have taken so readily had Poppy been a full-blooded wolf instead of a full-blooded dog, Seelie set the meat within easy reach of the other girl’s muzzle and then stepped back. In one fluid motion, she too sprawled out on the sand, one feathered paw stretching forward in an appealing motion.
Together, the two oddly-fashioned creatures shared what stories they could, given Poppy’s fragile state and Coelacanth’s speech impediment. They bonded over their similarly domesticated backgrounds and the healing nature of the island, mused about the joined future of their children, and eventually curled together for a nap once the gravid female’s appetite had been quenched.
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the caves you're exploring will still be there when you're done - by RIP Poppy - May 13, 2018, 05:05 PM
RE: the caves you're exploring will still be there when you're done - by Coelacanth - May 14, 2018, 06:28 PM