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They are trying to do the unimaginable - Bonario - October 01, 2023
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Set to early morning, Prism Grove
He had listened.
Gunnar still had not returned.
That night, he slept away, not far from the cache. After the bear incident, there'd been a flip in his offense towards it. Tired, growing muscles ached and flexed in his sleep. Every day, their definition grew again, but they would not be the same as they once were. All he'd worked on had shriveled in large. Since he'd been home, the climb begun once more, and his journey would make new.
Staggered breath, deep and pulled from his expanding chest. There was tension within his lip, a film trespassing through his memories. Sunlight crossed through glass leaves, beginning to coax the shadows down to rest from the raised hill shielding his frame. A sad cave of grass and soil, just big enough to fit his body, and he still exposed. Deep in rest, it was the fluttering birds amongst a morning beautiful for him that tried to draw his mind away from sleep. Not sooner than the scent of @Tauris would seep along his skin and nose.
Staggered breath, deep and pulled from his expanding chest. There was tension within his lip, a film trespassing through his memories. Sunlight crossed through glass leaves, beginning to coax the shadows down to rest from the raised hill shielding his frame. A sad cave of grass and soil, just big enough to fit his body, and he still exposed. Deep in rest, it was the fluttering birds amongst a morning beautiful for him that tried to draw his mind away from sleep. Not sooner than the scent of @Tauris would seep along his skin and nose.
RE: They are trying to do the unimaginable - Tauris - October 28, 2023
Anxiety roars out from her pelt of ash and trickles down into a ticking tail. One rabbit was not enough to negate a lifetime of depravity. Still as he sleeps in her line of vision, from where she perches atop the felled roots of an old elm, that is who he is to her. But for his willingness, and for Gunnar; she will try.
She will not go easy on him. It is almost a test, and it begins early, before sunrise, nearly before first light.
He stirs. She plummets down into the earth at his nose. “Let’s begin.”
RE: They are trying to do the unimaginable - Bonario - November 11, 2023
The muscles of his chest tightened in a fury of rush as all the breath left his lungs in a slow, steady release. "GRAH!" They ached and they were sore, cramping to a point that he felt sick, and he saw no one but..
Tauris.
Inhale. Deep. Slow. His eyes hardened and ritual took over. Foul hatred, intense thoughts, and all blurry, vague. Disturbed by her. Inhale.
His emotions felt like they were running out of him in an uncomfortable tickle. Calm down. A rude awakening he wasn't pleased by.
"Alright! Jesus Christ!" He grumbled, bed-headed and clumsy, disoriented as he slowly drew himself up. He swayed side to side with hazy eyes.
Tauris.
Inhale. Deep. Slow. His eyes hardened and ritual took over. Foul hatred, intense thoughts, and all blurry, vague. Disturbed by her. Inhale.
His emotions felt like they were running out of him in an uncomfortable tickle. Calm down. A rude awakening he wasn't pleased by.
"Alright! Jesus Christ!" He grumbled, bed-headed and clumsy, disoriented as he slowly drew himself up. He swayed side to side with hazy eyes.
RE: They are trying to do the unimaginable - Tauris - November 12, 2023
Spirits, he’s slappable. She wanted to tell him as much.
Instead she peels her lip, exposing her fangs, letting her tail swell over her back. Mind your rank, was the wordless warning. She didn’t care if she was being unreasonable- in her mind the onus was entirely on him.
Still, the nornir grit her teeth on the olive branch of peace. This was for Gunnar.
She flares her nostrils in a snort of impatience and lowers her muzzle to the ground in a search for leads.
RE: They are trying to do the unimaginable - Bonario - December 02, 2023
!!
He fumbled out of his bed like a lazy child and a half--eaten boar. Shaking his mane off with a whip of wild fur, his nose touched the forest floor with a snort. Staring ahead of himself, his tail flagged high with a hunters eye. It would be him, wouldn't it? With blood so imprinted in his mind that he could sense its very being under the skin. Long ago did he not care of such a thing.
It took him no more than a brisk moment to begin following up doe scent way to the north north.