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Thymós - Antigone - June 06, 2024
When the scenery had shifted to something familiar, an emotion pooled in the wolf’s belly.
Antigone looked down from the mountain to the edges of what had once been Epoch. It was not likely that his parents were still there. He hoped that they were gone, anyway. It wouldn’t do him any good to see them, he knew this much. He did not want to see them, if he was forced to be honest about it.
Russet ears swiveled back. The wolf adjusted his course and aimed himself north. The land there would not serve as a reminder of his past. Setting out at a brisk trot, Antigone moved to climb down the mountainside.
RE: Thymós - Lotus - June 10, 2024
sorry not sorry...
Lavender sprigs were held delicately in the coltish girls mouth—her steps were quick, surely, but there was always something to see that the journey had taken her longer than she had promised. Surely her mother would understand though—but when she felt the shift of wind and the drop in temperature, she knew enough time had passed to stir worry, and so she would became more direct with her steps…
… Until from the corner of her gaze she caught sight of a masked wolf—navy eyes peering to the distance and a gait that held purpose. She hummed softly—considering—and then shook the urge to stop and chat.
He didn’t seem overly approachable, and so with a flick of a darker ebony ear, she widened her berth around him, honeyed eyes casting stray looks toward him as she continued toward Raventhorpe.
RE: Thymós - Antigone - June 10, 2024
The navy blue of his eyes found the slate-colored girl - her ears darkened by charcoal. She did not look like any member of his family or the other wolves he’d left behind. The fluttering butterfly wings of fear that had erupted in his belly were soothed. She looked to him, contemplative, and then continued to march along her route.
Antigone’s pace slowed just enough that he would keep a few steps ahead of her. The herbs she had gathered in her mouth were sharp with smell. He knew them to be lavender and he wondered if she had found an adequate place to collect them.
You even know what that’s used for?
The young man’s voice was rough and sharp. His dark eyes crashed down on her like dangerous waves on the sea. Antigone wanted to test her, wanted to see if she even knew the value of the items she carried.
RE: Thymós - Lotus - June 12, 2024
She might have been keen in putting up a facade if simply slipping by, but it might have been obvious to a simple observer when the man called out to her—noticing her—and what she had decided was clearly a good deed.
She slowed her pace—a cheeky flash of her eyes roving over him before a shrug was given—as if she had all the experience in the world, and not just Meadow’s words to go by in this very moment: ‘can you collect mama some more of these lavender sprigs? I need them to help with some muscle aches and headaches’, she had shared with her only daughter.
She would have have informed the inquirer as such with the bundle in her mouth if she didn’t fear her feminine vocals being completely muffled—after all, she was a lady now, and as such, plopped the lavender at her paws, perhaps in a more unlady-like manner than intended. “Headache,” she beamed, an arched brow and hip cocked his way.
RE: Thymós - Antigone - June 18, 2024
Headache!
Antigone squinted, features dismal, harsh. The girl did not falter when she’d answered. In fact, her face spoke of confidence. It reminded him of his father and his stomach twisted. She was young enough that there was a possibility of relation, but she lacked the warm colors of Tamar and Arsenio’s pelts.
And…?
Antigone’s voice did not lose its sharp edge. She tried to appeal to him with her youthful coyness. The red-hooded man was - mostly - immune to such efforts. Something about her struck him as being familiar. Something about the glitter of her eyes or the curve of her lips reminded him of…
Headache’s not all it’s good for. Just so you know.
A shrug of his shoulders and then,
where’d you get it anyway?
RE: Thymós - Lotus - June 18, 2024
And…?
And?
And!?
He seemed less than impressed with her quick response and clearly rapt knowledge.
A brow remained arched—the man’s audacity at imploring her further stirred a gentle huff from the girl, who took to studying him with a slightly narrowed gaze now. His eyes were striking—his pelt equally so.
His personality kind of mucked that all up for him, though, it seemed.
“Mmm, nuh-uh,” he she shook her head gently, a paw lifting, a wag of a finger to the man. “I’m not giving away my secrets.” Sorry, not sorry.
A pause then, her own slender shoulders lifting in a shrug in mimicry. “What else do you use it for, then?” He seemed keen on wanting her to know—or maybe she was just imagining that. Raventhorpe had kept the youth pretty secluded… he might have been the first lone wolf she had ever come across.
She almost partially expected an over-protective Reyson to come barging out any moment now… but he was on a scouting trip for the time.
RE: Thymós - Antigone - June 24, 2024
This girl combatted him with a quirked brow and a scolding wag of her paw. The words that fell from her lips left in a way that was so bubbly, so unbothered, that Antigone could only scowl, slightly slack-jawed.
What secret was there to picking lavender? Wasn’t it selfish to hide away the garden of herbs?
The girl prompted that he educate her on the other uses for the plant. The mirroring of his shrug and the pressing of her eyes made his skin crawl. Antigone sat himself, tail tucked neatly at his side. The dark blue of his eyes remained fixed on her face. He couldn’t fathom how all women seemed to have a knack for agitating him. It seemed as though they had been blessed with gifts meant only for riling him up.
Sure, you get to keep your secrets but you expect me to spill mine? Seems fair.
The red-hood lifted up defiantly.
What now, flower girl?
RE: Thymós - Lotus - August 06, 2024
Lotus watched with silent fascination as the stern countenance on the stranger’s face only became more glower-y and stern. She hadn’t thought it possible—and yet he stole into a seat, deep eyes staring at her unrelentlessly. And possibly angrily.
Shifting her weight, one hip popping out in her devil-may-care attitude, she swept her honeyed eyes over him again, a smile pulling at the corner of her darker lips at his words. “Maybe I should tell you where it is—sounds like you could use it to relax a little.”
He could use a full body soak in it, she figured. Before he had a chance to respond again, the girl gave him a little wink and sauntered on her way back home, letting him ruminate on that thought.