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dulasei - Skaigona - June 06, 2024
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set for tomorrow morning june 7 <3
the hare crawled with a festoon of blistering maggots.
three days ago she had woken to find the limp small thing left behind by ava, and had sent a prayer of gratefulness to the god whom had brought the girl to the island so long ago.
the day went on; she did not try to seek her oldest two out until later in the afternoon, assuming they enjoyed their space from her and the little ones, especially as the pups roamed more and more.
but she found both ana and ava gone.
trepidation vied with logic; it was natural for wolves of their age to depart and come back, even for spans of time — wasn't it?
their childhood had been spent in flight and hunger; heda stood in the silent forest and considered she knew nothing about half-grown or grown children.
she had only her assumptions, and retreated to the den, tense but forcing herself to accept something she did not quite see as truth.
during the introspection of the day, she forgot to eat.
the second brought heda out into a patrol, one that found the winding trails of her daughters and where they had faded.
her stomach clenched, but she spent the next several hours mired in the same circular denial: they had gone. they would be back.
she did not sleep. hunger woke her in the night, but it was fear which drove her across the shadowed borders, to find the trails and see them dissolved further.
it's too early to know they won't be back!
but it wasn't.
morning greyed the skies over rivenwood before heda limped back, stained with mud and her paws sore from briar's lash — it's too soon to know.
but it isn't.
dawn on the third day, dawn on the day of revelation, dawn on the hour of recompense and resurrection.
heda found her doorstep cold and the hare moving in some horrid parody of dance.
she slammed shut the proverbial door and wept against it.
three days ago she had woken to find the limp small thing left behind by ava, and had sent a prayer of gratefulness to the god whom had brought the girl to the island so long ago.
the day went on; she did not try to seek her oldest two out until later in the afternoon, assuming they enjoyed their space from her and the little ones, especially as the pups roamed more and more.
but she found both ana and ava gone.
trepidation vied with logic; it was natural for wolves of their age to depart and come back, even for spans of time — wasn't it?
their childhood had been spent in flight and hunger; heda stood in the silent forest and considered she knew nothing about half-grown or grown children.
she had only her assumptions, and retreated to the den, tense but forcing herself to accept something she did not quite see as truth.
during the introspection of the day, she forgot to eat.
the second brought heda out into a patrol, one that found the winding trails of her daughters and where they had faded.
her stomach clenched, but she spent the next several hours mired in the same circular denial: they had gone. they would be back.
she did not sleep. hunger woke her in the night, but it was fear which drove her across the shadowed borders, to find the trails and see them dissolved further.
it's too early to know they won't be back!
but it wasn't.
morning greyed the skies over rivenwood before heda limped back, stained with mud and her paws sore from briar's lash — it's too soon to know.
but it isn't.
dawn on the third day, dawn on the day of revelation, dawn on the hour of recompense and resurrection.
heda found her doorstep cold and the hare moving in some horrid parody of dance.
she slammed shut the proverbial door and wept against it.
RE: dulasei - Anselm - June 07, 2024
Two scents squeezed between the boulders marking Rivenwood’s borders. Anselm tracked them as far as the meadow before he turned back, irritated.
They did not reappear; not on day one, or two, or three.
His jaw tightened as he thought of them the third morning. The girl had not been well, and her sister clicky and strange. They were two additional mourns to feed, so perhaps it was for the best that they were gone.
Just like Etienne.
He stopped in his tracks and buried the image of Etienne deep; how dare he resurface? How dare he spring up like a hangnail, a reminder of yet another betrayal Anselm had to live with?
Heda was not by the Sequoia site. Anselm passed @Gideon and @Ezra, watching them sternly for a time while his concern grew.
When Heda returned she looked starved, limping and stained in mud. Anselm marked her passing with silence.
On the third day a grey mist clung to the morning. The hare, which he had yet to notice, squirmed with secondary life. Repulsed by its stirring Anselm swung wide around it, eyes cast along the grassy expanse to see if Heda was still around.