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let go - Ketzia - December 06, 2019
More and more she became restless. The itch of it crept beneath her skin, feeding a flame of need that began to lick in her chest as she looked out across the Hollow each day. She lost count of how many times each day her eyes would longingly look in the direction of Arrow Lake—as if she were trapped within a nightmare, and if she could just wake up she would once more be within the arms of her stalwart lover.
But the cold of winter was a harsh reminder to the loss of his embrace, and refusing to return to a grave of empty promises, Ketzia instead began to range along the foothills of the mountain… searching, unwilling to admit openly what for.
The creek ran swiftly at her paws, and as she stood in the silence of the coming dawn, the pale dove stared to the waters, feeling hunger gnaw at her as she waited to see what the waters could offer. Solitude? Food?
As the moments ticked by, she could only ruminate on how numb she had become the past months of her life.
RE: let go - Eshe - December 06, 2019
The wind and cold had driven Eshe down from the mountains and onto flat land where she'd hoped to find some relief. While she had succeeded in that, a new problem had presented itself in that prey was far more scarce. At least, it felt that way to Eshe who did not have as much experience with the prey animals of the plains as she did with the mountains and the forests. She was on her third day without even the smallest scrap to warm her belly and it was quickly becoming all she could think about, and soon enough she found herself heading back, feeling foolish for leaving at all.
Not for the first time did she wish like hell she were back with her family. She wanted to snuggle against her mother where it was cozy and warm and listen to her father tell her and Aengus stories. She missed being well fed and safe. More than anything, she simply missed not being alone. Eshe had always been more independent than others, but even she preferred having a warm body to sleep against at night, someone to talk to when the mood struck her to be social.
She shivered as she lapped up a few mouthfuls of freezing water from the creek. It wasn't food, but it did help some with the ache in her belly. Her eyes went out of focus as she stared at the water for a while, but narrowed sharply when she glanced up and saw a figure further down the stream. Curious, and glad for a distraction from her melancholy, Eshe began to creep along the banks in the pale figure's direction. It didn't take long before she got close enough to recognize that it was a wolf, and that was when she hesitated nervously, uncertain if she ought to approach.