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Cedar Sweep a moon, worn as if it had been a shell; - Printable Version

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a moon, worn as if it had been a shell; - Eridanus - August 10, 2019

daylight plays through the canopy, touching on the gnarled roots that writhe through the earth. they are old, weathered and some worn smooth, unpredictable, surging through the earth in the manner of a boiling sea. birdsong lilts through the air, weaving a tapestry of sound amid the soft morning. above, clouds gather heavy.

the starseeker is hollow — she wanders as she always has, stormcloud ripped asunder and set upon the physical earth. but her steps have lost their care, and the roots surge to tug at her paws. she is more present than ever, made real by her hunger and the pale light that dapples her pelt. in the night, the way is made clear and she is guided by the whispers of those who have gone before; now hunger dulls their words, chases away sleep and drives her onward in a way the stars never had. 

she pauses atop spindly limbs, sets back her crown and peers into the canopy as if it may provide the same answers that the stygian night always carries. through slitted gaze she sees only the trembling of the canopy as breeze pushes through, empty. the buzz of some insect grows suddenly near before abruptly fading, and a jay wings apace across her field of vision. she is urged then to movement and sets forward once more, the cedars all around still and stately, unceasing.



RE: a moon, worn as if it had been a shell; - Amun - August 10, 2019

The smell in that place was ethereal; a woody, spiced aroma carried through the cool afternoon air. Amun knew it as a forest scent very unlike the place he'd grown up in. A cicada buzzed once or twice, a telling sign of the heat surely to come.

The young wolf carried with him the bone of a deer. He had earlier found its remains, no doubt felled by a group of wolves somewhere nearby. The carcass had largely been picked clean by ravens and smaller predators, but Amun had savaged a shoddy bit of tough meat. The bone he carried itself had nothing on it - he'd long sucked it dry in an attempt to get at the marrow inside.

As he strolled, happy with his find, the trees seemed to part as curtains upon a vision of a creature. A she-wolf was moving across from him like a cloud on a stormy day. Her elegance stole his breath away, and as he tried to swallow, drool slipped stupidly off the side of the bone. He wiped it dimly with his wrist. "Hghullow," he said, and then dropped the bone to the forest floor. "Uh, sorry, hello." She was similar in colour to one of his sisters, but far prettier.