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In the Woods Somewhere - Moss - November 14, 2024
Getting back into the swing of this guy so the writing might be a bit off sorry sob
For @Solharr <33
For @Solharr <33
Many months had passed since the burial of what the wolf believed to be the little lynx girl, now only a memory entwined with the scent of damp earth and funeral flowers. Yet since then, the mountains had never drifted far from view. Their silvered spires loomed on the horizon, always just in the corner of the wolf's eye as if they might stumble upon Mesen-Ka and his children once more if only they lingered long enough.
Did they truly want to find him again, though? After all, it had been he who had sent Moss on the search for their wayward daughter only to leave them to deal with the body without so much as a word. The thought lay heavy on him, tangled somewhere between resentment and sadness, too murky and complicated to untangle in the quiet of this particular autumn night.
The small wolf nosed his way into a patch of forest, where the trunks of the trees gathered close, their branches knitting together into a near impenetrable canopy. Beneath them, they found a hollow between roots, an inviting little dip in the earth, warm and dark. He eased himself down, curling into a tight ball, pink tongue pulling over sore legs and hips that ached from the cold.
RE: In the Woods Somewhere - Solharr - November 14, 2024
sólhárr moved quietly through the dense woods, his gaze sharp as he caught the faintest scent of another—a stranger, small and unfamiliar, settling themselves within the heart of forneskja’s sacred grounds. he advanced with the silent precision of one accustomed to guarding his borders, his steps careful yet purposeful as he closed the distance.
through the intertwining branches, he glimpsed a figure curled beneath the trees, delicate and worn, their frame so slight it seemed almost part of the earth itself. sólhárr paused, taking in the sight of them nestled against the roots, like something that belonged to the forest yet foreign in its presence. with measured intent, he allowed himself to step forward, announcing himself with the quiet rustle of his approach.
you’re far from any familiar ground,he spoke, voice low but steady, a gentle weight in each word. he could see the tiredness in the set of their limbs, the faint shiver beneath their fur.
this is forneskja, and i am sólhárr.he kept his tone even, though his gaze remained fixed, assessing.
who are you, then, to rest here so freely?he asked, his words more curiosity than threat, watching closely as he waited for their response.
RE: In the Woods Somewhere - Moss - November 14, 2024
Hearing the soft crunch of approaching pawsteps, Moss went still as a stone, heart pounding in their chest like the beating wings of some trapped, frantic bird. Not in the least bit eager to get eaten by whatever formidable beast was making its way toward him, he sank low to the ground, tucking his paws close, his whole body pressed tight and tense, hoping that with all of the dust and grit caked onto his thin coat, he might pass for some odd-shaped rock or unfortunate heap of inedible bones.
But luck, as it often seemed to go, was a fickle creature, and his camouflage did not hold. A dark face emerged from the brambles, sharp eyes fixed exactly on him.
Yet, instead of snarling fangs or a warning growl, words met his ears.
But luck, as it often seemed to go, was a fickle creature, and his camouflage did not hold. A dark face emerged from the brambles, sharp eyes fixed exactly on him.
Yet, instead of snarling fangs or a warning growl, words met his ears.
Apologies for the intrusion, Mr. Solharr,Moss replied quickly, their voice thin with fatigue, betraying the edge of sleep they had found themself upon. He dipped his head respectfully, tail tucking low.
I’m called Moss. It wasn’t my intention to trespass—must have missed the markers somewhere along the way.Another bow of his head, shoulders tight as they stood slowly to take a half step back.
I’ll, uh… I’ll take my leave, then,he finished, hoping beyond hope that he wasn't about to be turned into an actual unfortunate pile of bones, and if he was, that Mr. Solharr would have the mercy to at least be quick about it.
RE: In the Woods Somewhere - Solharr - November 14, 2024
sólhárr tilted his head, studying the young lad with interest. there was something both unusual and familiar about him—the mixed scent, the fine herbs he had gathered for a nest. moss seemed prepared to leave, a thin nervousness woven into their frame as they spoke. yet, sólhárr saw no need to chase them off, especially if they had come to rest, perhaps to seek solace or safety. he raised a brow, his gaze lingering on the carefully chosen herbs that surrounded them.
moss,he echoed, letting the name settle between them as he took in the thin, careful way they held themselves.
no need to flee so quickly,he continued, voice steady, with an edge of curiosity.
you’ve an interesting choice of bedding,he observed, nodding toward the fine herbs tucked around their nest.
these are not the plants of a wanderer alone.
his gaze sharpened, both assessing and intrigued, as he asked,
do you know about plants, moss?it was less a question of skill than an invitation to share knowledge, a way to understand the strange, cautious creature that had wandered into forneskja’s borders.