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in the moonlight - Nephele - December 26, 2025
maybe some grey fangs?
the valley cut most of the windchill that blew in, but the past three nights had been especially brutal. today's early morning wasn't much better, with a veil of frozen rain blurring the edge of the mountainside and casting a haze over much of the hollow.
she'd taken to meandering through the valley when given the opportunity to do so, and the storm did little to deter her from her wanderlust.
she had set out with no particular goal in mind other than to walk, either until something interesting happened, or she circled back around to where she had hunkered down for the night.
RE: in the moonlight - Blackfell - December 26, 2025
he has tread a long, winding path through the inner root of the valley. large paw prints pressed into the cold-packed snow, his thick fur resilient against the violent wind chill that tosses about him.
another patrol route. he scents along the criss crossing of old and new trails that do not belong to him, taking note of who has come and gone. none that he did not know, or at least knew for sure did not belong in the bypass.
the warden continues on with a shrug of shoulders, reaching back to nip at the black bear fur hide he wears. tugging it closer, up over the ruff of his neck to keep the cold from biting through.
he walks past the pale woman without ceremony. the red eyes that cut towards her the only acknowledgement of her existence.
RE: in the moonlight - Nephele - December 26, 2025
there is an absence of time when wandering, and it is in it abyss of her mind that she loses herself, content to drown in memories often left buried beneath rubble.
but she is pried from the delicate warmth of her thoughts, invaded by the sharp sting of reality and the approaching behemoth she thought to be uktark. her paws do not move, conflicted and tethered.
and by the time she found the reason to move, it is realized that this was not a face she knew. he swept by her like a cold draft, sharp and uninviting, and she felt a stirring of something foreign and cold seize her lungs.
there is a pause, a breath held with careful consideration. and then came the quiet steps behind him, wordless, cautious, yet emboldened by an unspoken intention.
RE: in the moonlight - Blackfell - December 26, 2025
he gave her no invitation to follow, and yet she does.
he walks for several paces with the hope that she will eventually turn and leave. his avian mind does not yearn for company nor does he desire it deep in his chest, yet it flocks to him anyhow in the form of a pale woman.
one of uktark's women. his scent is woven into her pelt, whether by intention or circumstance.
and blackfell, historically, has no interest in crossing his blood brother's boundaries. it is unspoken, but exists between them nonetheless. uktark knows that blackfell has no earthly, primal desires and prefers the way of courting, yet—this is a respect the blackbird gives him.
she doesn't leave, and so eventually, his gravelly voice splits the silence of their winter chill.
you are following me.unspoken: why?
RE: in the moonlight - Nephele - December 27, 2025
she kept a measured distance from him, enough space to let wind chill the air and snow drift between them.
men of his size had always made her feel small in comparison. maybe that was due to their demeanor, or maybe it was because when she was held by them, the weight she carried would lift.
she did not speak, verdant gaze keeping a pointed look forward until the gruff of his voice finally mixed with winter air.
her pace came to a halt, and for a moment she tried to calculate if her was asking out of irritation or curiosity.
"you look like you know where you are going. i don't, so..." she left the sentence unfinished.
RE: in the moonlight - Blackfell - December 27, 2025
there is an irritable lift of the blackbird's lip in response to what she says. but he says nothing, only offering her a grim look past his shoulder, and then he continues on.
several more feet before he speaks, a rumbling voice much like viscera caught in his throat.
of course.blackfell snorts.
his tail gives one violent, agitated lash at his flank and he moves to jut past her, cutting her off in her path as he crosses the stream they follow. cold, freezing water splashes at his paws and legs, though he persists.
seemingly unbothered by the winter he had been raised amongst.
what are you doing here, girl?his northern dialect grates,
you should find a nice, warm pack to cuddle up with. these are cruel lands.
and you look soft.
RE: in the moonlight - Nephele - December 27, 2025
irritation it seemed, was festering beneath his skin.
there is a sharp and distinct down-point of her lips. it wasn't a frown as much as it was a disappointed scowl. his words cut, but they didn't cut deep. they might have carried more weight to them if they'd come from someone who mattered.
but she didn't know him, and that made his remarks less hurtful and more frustrating.
there is something more now, something primal stirring in her belly that had been left buried for years. he reminded her one of her brothers — one she held no love for.
there comes a harsh and brisk click of her jaws, molars grinding together as she fought the urge to bite off his nasty tongue. "if you are the worst of what these cruel lands offer, then i will be just fine."
but she didn't care for his stinging comments, and in the next step was turning away.
RE: in the moonlight - Blackfell - December 27, 2025
there comes a tense exhale past flaring, wet-ringed nares as blackfell turns a eye on the woman. he has offended her, and the blackbird couldn't find it in himself to care.
but...
his paw-steps come to a halt, and the bulk of his dark frame cuts slightly towards her. in the haze of winter, he gives a short, demanding bark.
stop.an order. one he knew she might just ignore considering she had no idea who he was—or that he was of high status in the valley. he takes it upon himself to close their distance.
she misunderstood the intent of his words—which doesn't come as a surprise. women were often emotional creatures, he found.
the blackbird cuts into her path with muted thuds for footfalls. his teeth click when he speaks, a rumble of gravel.
it seems i've insulted you.his breath is white, a thick fog and visible as it dissipates and curls between them.
it was only advice.
blackfell glowers, still.
what is your name?
RE: in the moonlight - Nephele - December 28, 2025
stop. she doesn't. not until the thundering of his steps increased in volume.
there is a swell of confused frustration visible in the abrupt halt of her strides. he'd cut her off yet again, and this time she met his disrupted figure with a faint, uneasy twitch of her tail.
still, she holds his gaze with a mixture of discomfort and skepticism. she'd like to believe he hadn't meant to insult her, but she doesn't.
"you didn't appear to want my company earlier. you don't have to pretend to want it now," came the sharp, restless voice of her words.
her muscles instinctively tensed along her shoulder blades in preparation for any physical or verbal retaliation. and in the next moment she challenged further, aiming to jostle past him and continue on her new-cut path.