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my knees are cold - Rala - January 15, 2025
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though the meadow was thick with prey, nanuralaaq found herself wandering, as one typically does. it was to the glade that she returned, where she had reunited with @Dolce, who would find himself stuck in her mind as of late. she let pale paws carry her nimble, thickly-coated body as her reminiscent thoughts drifted away from her.
thinking back to how @Cole had said that both @Towhee Jr and @Ameline were pregnant. the latter did not surprise her in the slightest, and she supposed that she could not judge the former, for she barely knew the young woman. instead, some sort of maternal instinct had budded its way into her heart, and now it frequented her mind often. she considered, then, if dolce would ever be interested in having children.
deep down, she hoped that he did, for if he did not, she would have to search for another, as was that not the whole point of her travelling to these lands? to branch out, to continue the legacy of the waterdivers and the snowpelts? the seal and the ox? but nanuralaaq knew that, no matter what dolce did or did not want, parting from him would be difficult, and so she would refuse to, even if it meant sacrificing a part of herself.
sighing, the snowwoman shook the thoughts from her head, and laid herself within the glade, rolling first to her side, then to her back ; looking forwards at the treetop ahead.
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RE: my knees are cold - Dolce - January 15, 2025
dolce often found himself returning to the glade where he'd found his dove. the woman who was single-handedly tearing him apart and piecing him back together, molding him into something better. worthy. because, with all the time's he'd walk that same path, one thing had become clear; he wanted to be the man she deserved. with her, there was a greater purpose.
a future that, for once, didn't feel so unattainable. but with that came the question; what does that future entail? a marriage, a bond, a family? all things that a past version of himself would've scoffed at, as men like himself didn't go on to live happy ever afters.
they die a gruesome death, get buried somewhere in the desert to rot and whither away. left to become nothing but a blip and buzzard food. no legacy.
with whelping season around the bend, his thoughts naturally drifted towards children. he'd never thought about starting a family before, because that wasn't something outlaws did. but there's a chance now, with rala. and it terrifies him.
on one of those walks, he'd found her. laying on her back, staring up at the bare tree tops. she was enough to chase the ghosts and doubts out of his mind, if only for just a while. for a moment he just watched from a distance, that warmth in his eyes that was meant just for her.
and then he made his way closer, until he was standing before her. "look as pretty as a picture, rala." with a soft rumble, he lowered his head to graze his nose across her cheek. "what'chu doin' out here?"
a future that, for once, didn't feel so unattainable. but with that came the question; what does that future entail? a marriage, a bond, a family? all things that a past version of himself would've scoffed at, as men like himself didn't go on to live happy ever afters.
they die a gruesome death, get buried somewhere in the desert to rot and whither away. left to become nothing but a blip and buzzard food. no legacy.
with whelping season around the bend, his thoughts naturally drifted towards children. he'd never thought about starting a family before, because that wasn't something outlaws did. but there's a chance now, with rala. and it terrifies him.
on one of those walks, he'd found her. laying on her back, staring up at the bare tree tops. she was enough to chase the ghosts and doubts out of his mind, if only for just a while. for a moment he just watched from a distance, that warmth in his eyes that was meant just for her.
and then he made his way closer, until he was standing before her. "look as pretty as a picture, rala." with a soft rumble, he lowered his head to graze his nose across her cheek. "what'chu doin' out here?"
RE: my knees are cold - Rala - January 15, 2025
and she is not alone for very long. rala wonders, then, if dolce does the same as her ; if he, too, comes here, to where they had reunited, so that he may think, and so that he may reminisce, just as she does. pretty as a picture, dolce says, and at that, she chuckles.
a 'picture'? what is that?lifting her head so her dark nose may brush against the side of his muzzle, while his own found the plush, pale fur of her cheek.
he asked, then, what she was doing out here. for a moment, she was uncertain of her answer, before she let out a breath and replied:
i am thinking,her tone was naught but a quiet breath, as if a secret whispered to only him and the glade that kept them shielded from the sun that shone overhead.
of things i am not sure i can ask of you, yet,she rolled onto her opposite side, now, so that she may rise to stand before him.
of questions that i am afraid to ask, and terrified to hear the answers of.
there was a vulnerability twinkling within her gaze, one that was weary, and yet full of trust. before he could ask her of her questions, she gave a flick of her tail and turned away, giving him a mere glance over her shoulder before she would take slow steps away from him.
what are you doing out here, dolce?here words were carried on a light, lilting voice. melodic in all ways one would think possible.
curious, nervous, once brash and unbothered ; now brimming with an affection that made her almost ... anxious, though perhaps it was her misinterpreting excitement in the moment. she turned back to look at him, now, watching.
waiting for him to draw closer.