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closing a goddamn door - Art - June 06, 2017
the coyote hung around wherever Astrid directed her, never daring to traverse the woods. She had been obedient, mostly, these past couple weeks, careful to not ignite the woman's wrath and spend another night in Wolfskull. She was a mess, frankly; filthy, and the fear and darkness of this place getting the best of her. She crept through the shadows, bolting back to whatever place offered relative safety whenever she heard something that might be a wolf.
thirst had her wander, today, and she crept to a stream, drinking greedily and quickly, gaze travelling in every direction, fur on end, ears stiff and paws prickling, prepared to leap away as fast as physically possible should danger in any form present itself.
RE: closing a goddamn door - Miraak - June 07, 2017
There was a coyote in their borders. He smelled it along the borders, but as it pushed into the Woods, Miraak grew stiff. It lingered about, prevading the air, evading him whenever he tried to find it. It frustrated the male to no end, chasing after this phantom smell. His lips curled as the scent passed by his nose again, his head whipping to chase after the evasive particles.
Miraak was glad then, that the stream was in his sights as he whirled about, and as his sight caught up with his head, he saw the dirty creature drinking from the waters. He stepped forward, his body behind her, hoping she was not aware enough to hear his steps before his voice.
You've been escaping me for sometime, dear,He rumbled as he approached the drinking coyote, his face a mask of civility and kindness, draped over a void of murderous wrath.
Just how did you get in here?
RE: closing a goddamn door - Art - June 07, 2017
after some time, no danger present itself, and she slackened her guard. she drank deeply, less hurriedly. and then came the words. she started, badly, and instinct bade the leap backwards, away, away from the dark man who's voice was hardly registered. she miscalculated, as a creature too scared to think straight often does, and her paws slid against the mud of the river, herform toppling into the water in a flurry a motion. she thrashed, leaping from the stream as quickly as she had entered it, and streaking away from the male, in the general direction of the heart of the territory.
RE: closing a goddamn door - Miraak - June 11, 2017
She leaps in fright, and Miraak surges forward to take advantage of her stumble, nearly coming close to pinning her down. But coyotes are quick little things, and he is old. Miraak takes a moment to watch her, then quickly follows, watching her trail and following her to the center of the forest — Redgrove.
RE: closing a goddamn door - Art - June 11, 2017
she flees wildly, blindly, through the darkened wood, tripping and stumbling once, twice. she bursts quite suddenly into a clearing, and is brought to a halt by the sudden red. she blinks, recognising the giant pool of blood to be, in truth, roses...scores upon scores of roses. she moves, leaping forward, and lands on the fringes of the patch. she is fluid as she weaves, leaps- until she lands ungracefully upon a writhing clump of thorns. she yips in shock and pain, two of her paws besieged by the thorns. she stumbled forward, but the pain in her paws as the thorns work their way deeper is too great. she collapses, writhing beneath a thick tangle and hoping to remain unseen.