Xel kon ts'akae. Night fire woman. No longer a captive, it was the hunter’s name Sun Eater had given her. The dogged thought to escape had been crushed out of her – dragged back to Saatsine over and over by the dark shepherd. Starclan no longer spoke to Shadowpaw. Now, she was Saatsine.
The star girl would never look or act like the beautiful and strong lanzadoii. It was likely she would be easily trampled in the hunt or herd. Perhaps this was Sun Eater’s true intent: to kill her off. But no… she thought that would be too cunning of a plot for his primal, smooth brain.
Now, she followed River Walker’s footsteps. She had never forgotten the change of Sun Eater’s demeanor before the Ghost Talker. She was to be his wife. Perhaps it was time to stop resisting and see the silver lining of her situation. @Kekoa could offer her the protection she sorely needed.
The star girl would never look or act like the beautiful and strong lanzadoii. It was likely she would be easily trampled in the hunt or herd. Perhaps this was Sun Eater’s true intent: to kill her off. But no… she thought that would be too cunning of a plot for his primal, smooth brain.
Now, she followed River Walker’s footsteps. She had never forgotten the change of Sun Eater’s demeanor before the Ghost Talker. She was to be his wife. Perhaps it was time to stop resisting and see the silver lining of her situation. @Kekoa could offer her the protection she sorely needed.
March 02, 2025, 08:04 PM
Being one who remained isolated by choice more often than not, Kekoa had seen little of his would-be wife since their initial meeting outside of when the pack would gather. He thought of her rarely; they were not wed just yet, there was no need to give her further thought than any other wolf until then. Sun Eater could always change his mind, after all.
He had returned to the lake in Saatsine's previous territory, eager for the comfort it provided. Spring was coming. Sat by the waters edge he could not help but wonder how soon it would begin to melt; he missed wading in slow streams and swimming in cool lakes. Icy water was no good for that.
He had returned to the lake in Saatsine's previous territory, eager for the comfort it provided. Spring was coming. Sat by the waters edge he could not help but wonder how soon it would begin to melt; he missed wading in slow streams and swimming in cool lakes. Icy water was no good for that.
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Kekoa suffers with psychosis due to a consistent usage of hallucinogens'. Not everything he is described seeing, hearing, etc. is accurate to reality.
March 21, 2025, 10:19 PM
(This post was last modified: March 24, 2025, 07:42 PM by Night Fire.)
It felt impossible to imagine a day where she could ever be happy here. After all that Sun Eater had taken from her.
And for a flash, the newly minted Night Fire imagined pushing Kekoa’s head under the lapping lakewater.
To act as though she didn’t despise him would be her most challenging deceit, yet. What would convince the Ghost Talker to keep her around? To gain the benefit of never risking her life herding or hunting the dangerous caribou? Or worse – Sun Eater’s ire.
“What are you doing?” Night Fire asked him. She tried to lace in the lilt of curiosity, but her tone came out flat. Tone. A memory of Sandulf’s lesson rang like a church's bell in her mind.
And for a flash, the newly minted Night Fire imagined pushing Kekoa’s head under the lapping lakewater.
To act as though she didn’t despise him would be her most challenging deceit, yet. What would convince the Ghost Talker to keep her around? To gain the benefit of never risking her life herding or hunting the dangerous caribou? Or worse – Sun Eater’s ire.
“What are you doing?” Night Fire asked him. She tried to lace in the lilt of curiosity, but her tone came out flat. Tone. A memory of Sandulf’s lesson rang like a church's bell in her mind.
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