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said that i was fine, said it from my coffin - Gjalla - November 06, 2024
The air was crisp, mountain-cold and clean, filling her lungs with a chill that was as much a comfort as it was a challenge. Around her, the world lay quiet, the valley below dipped in shadow, only faintly illuminated by a wash of starlight. The gentle rise she’d climbed was forgiving before they gave to the sharper, unforgiving teeth of the mountain, its treacherous paths barely marked, save by a scattering of rocks and spindly trees clinging to the crags.
She had no real intention of braving those paths tonight, but her gaze traced their path nonetheless. It had been some time since she’d felt the thrill of danger, and in the quiet of the night, she found her mind restless. Morwenna was somewhere nearby—or maybe not, she didn't remember. Gjalla had slipped away as soon as the stars appeared. Solitude had always been her solace, a balm to the storm that churned inside her.
She settled down on a rocky outcrop, cold stone pressed against her belly. A rare, soft smile ghosted across her lips as she tilted her head back to drink in the stars. Here, she wasn’t bound to anything—no duty, no struggle. Here, she was simply herself, and the night knew her as she was.
A quiet exhale, and she closed her eyes briefly, feeling the vastness above her and the grounding solidity beneath. For a fleeting moment, she could believe that this was all she needed: the stars, the solitude, and the steady silence of the mountain that would never ask anything of her.
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RE: said that i was fine, said it from my coffin - Nutuyikruk - November 08, 2024
The wild girl hunted.
Two green eyes were watching the woman.
Peering through the brush and slits of stone. Blond and white fur dotted in leaves and sticks. Bundle in mouth filled with its array of trinkets and trophies. Different rocks, this time around.
She wasn't sure if they should kill her.
Maybe another sick one. So, Nutuyikruk looked carefully for white foam and red eyes on the dark furred figure. There were no strange looking cuts or twitching muscles.
A calmness that she drank for a time, drawing nearer, hiding.
Two green eyes were watching the woman.
Peering through the brush and slits of stone. Blond and white fur dotted in leaves and sticks. Bundle in mouth filled with its array of trinkets and trophies. Different rocks, this time around.
She wasn't sure if they should kill her.
Maybe another sick one. So, Nutuyikruk looked carefully for white foam and red eyes on the dark furred figure. There were no strange looking cuts or twitching muscles.
A calmness that she drank for a time, drawing nearer, hiding.
RE: said that i was fine, said it from my coffin - Gjalla - November 08, 2024
A faint rustle, almost indistinguishable from the whispers of the breeze through the underbrush, broke her trance. Without so much as a shift in her posture, she allowed her gaze to subtly drift downward, sharpening as she looked for the source. Her instincts told her she was not alone.
Gjalla’s breath stilled, her senses attuning to the quiet around her as she scanned the shadows. Movement caught her eye: two green, intent eyes nestled in the brush. With careful, practiced calm, she shifted, turning just enough to show she’d noticed them but not so much as to spook her observer. The slightest glint of something between those green eyes—a bundle, clutched and half-hidden, haphazardly gathered.
The air lacked the edge of immediate threat—no better time to call them out, she supposed. "Are you planning to keep hiding there? Or is there something you’re after?" Her words, gentle but pointed; firm. An invitation and a warning in one.
RE: said that i was fine, said it from my coffin - Nutuyikruk - November 16, 2024
A girlish wonder crept her forward.
Those eyes caught just a bit of light, the tip of that nose moving just a bit more within sight. A single paw stepped out, and then cowered back in to the darkness. Moving out again, mouth parting just enough to speak. Never before had she seen someone that looked so beautiful as the night itself.
A curious whisper burst its way out, head motioning towards the sky.
"Do you like them too?"
Those eyes caught just a bit of light, the tip of that nose moving just a bit more within sight. A single paw stepped out, and then cowered back in to the darkness. Moving out again, mouth parting just enough to speak. Never before had she seen someone that looked so beautiful as the night itself.
A curious whisper burst its way out, head motioning towards the sky.
"Do you like them too?"
RE: said that i was fine, said it from my coffin - Gjalla - November 19, 2024
For a brief span, Gjalla said nothing, her expression carved from stone but her eyes tracing the tentative movements of the figure emerging bit by bit from the shadows, only to retreat again to embrace the dark. The voice carried a fragile curiosity, not unlike the quiet awe she'd heard in pups when they first marveled at a full moon.
"I do." she mused, her own voice low, rumbling like the mountain beneath them. Periwinkle eyes flicked skyward for a moment, tracing the constellations that had drawn her here. "They remind me of things I can’t reach but stay, no matter how far I go."
Gjalla’s mouth twisted slightly, as if she hadn’t quite meant to say those words out loud. She glanced at the girl, then back at the sky, her tone returning to its usual impassive edge. "You needn't hide, child. I won't bite."