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when'd this just become a mortal home? - Jakoul - November 09, 2019
Sometime into the earliest hours of light she had finally succumbed to sleep. Sakhmet had been delicately tucked into her side and while once she had feared the children for their frailness of newborns, the girl's presence was greatly welcomed. Ruddy fur masked her vision and lulled her into red-tinted dreams. The incident, failures, and cracking of trees were all present in her dreams.
If she had not been so undeniably lustful for slumber then perhaps she would have attempted to raise herself from the bad dreams. Instead she fought through them all while the waking world's time ticked by. Sakhmet had left her side some time in the morning undoubtedly but it was the child's voice that raised her come nightfall.
"Are you. . .?"
She heard not what the child had asked and merely offered a disgruntled kick of her good leg, a sign of life. If she had been more attentive in her half-conscious state perhaps she would have heard the worry in the Melonii's voice, likely thinking the Morta was dead from all her slumber. A tug on her ear was felt and she offered a sharp grumble with an empty click of her teeth.
Come.She ordered hoarsely as she finally tempted silver eyes to crack open. The child was a fretful looking thing in the pale of the moonlight. The Morta would seek to soothe the fears though as she attempted to settle the girl down for sleep.
Once her goal was met with at least half-certainty of success, Jakoul attempted to meander off on her own. Although she did not make it far from her resting place before she reclined onto her rear. If she could not patrol the borders then, perhaps, she could scout the skies and see if the clouds might break to give her a view.
RE: when'd this just become a mortal home? - Rajani - November 16, 2019
After Rajani had met a sick boy by the river, (one who was especially ungrateful for her presence), she had strayed not too distant from the area. Where there was one wolf, there were more to be found nearby. Especially seeing a child all by himself, she figured that his guardians could not be far off. It wasn't that she enjoyed the company of other people- it was more that the little goddess could only wander alone without incident for so long before she became bored. Even if it led to conflict, on some level the girl saw herself as indestructible, and so that sort of thing filled her with adrenaline and gave her life.
Therefore, upon seeing the dark form of a creature resting in the fields on which she tread, the Devi girl continued deliberately forward. A wolf, just as dark as her. Were she not in a foreign land, she might've thought them one of her own bloodline. Lean like her too- although Rajani was really a lot closer to "scrawny" than "lean". She caught a touch of the scent on the breeze; a woman who shared a similar scent with the sick boy she had encountered previously. She wondered if this woman would be as intensely annoying and disrespectful as he was. They most certainly had to be from the same settlement.
But she viewed herself as an open deity, one willing to approach strangers with respect no matter their background (unless they were half-wolf mutts). So she came closer, making herself obvious in the dark women's silver gaze- a gaze which initially seemed to have been fixed on the skies. "Namaste, stranger," She greeted.