one day while the snow fell down in broken stretches sobeille sat up with a start.
a full moon's cycle since her abduction.
she'd long let go of the childish hope of outlandish rescue -- and though she could leave, a great part of her was learning more on this adventure than she had in sapphique in some time.
it was a different kind of life. gone was the puppyish fat, the naivete. she'd been made harder by this month long journey, of lean food and long miles.
it occurred to her that many more than her own would come for her now. perhaps the creek wolves would come down and find her. find sivaak.
snow began to fall heavily over larksong. the birds were quiet and the afternoon cold and lonely.
for some inexplicable reason, sobeille felt great loss reverberate in her bones.
a full moon's cycle since her abduction.
she'd long let go of the childish hope of outlandish rescue -- and though she could leave, a great part of her was learning more on this adventure than she had in sapphique in some time.
it was a different kind of life. gone was the puppyish fat, the naivete. she'd been made harder by this month long journey, of lean food and long miles.
it occurred to her that many more than her own would come for her now. perhaps the creek wolves would come down and find her. find sivaak.
snow began to fall heavily over larksong. the birds were quiet and the afternoon cold and lonely.
for some inexplicable reason, sobeille felt great loss reverberate in her bones.
January 02, 2025, 05:51 PM
Boredom had moved Morticia's paws once more. From their camp abutting the Bracken Woods, she went westward again, cutting across the taiga with quick but idle steps. The snow didn't much agree with her doggish blood, so when she spotted the grotto ahead—and the promise of shelter—she approached in intrigue.
The matriarch took it slow down the descent, carefully choosing her next move along the rocks. About halfway to the bottom, she spotted another wolf—a rich reddish-brown pelt with a striking black mask along the top half of her face.
Morticia called out gently, then made it the rest of the way toward the young woman, gilded chin lifted as she surveyed the other.
The matriarch took it slow down the descent, carefully choosing her next move along the rocks. About halfway to the bottom, she spotted another wolf—a rich reddish-brown pelt with a striking black mask along the top half of her face.
Morticia called out gently, then made it the rest of the way toward the young woman, gilded chin lifted as she surveyed the other.
Hell of a journey down,she remarked, clicking her tongue once against her cheek as she ruefully shook her head.
I can't imagine why anyone would come, save curiosity. Is that what brings you here?
3 hours ago
she could not name the sensation, and eventually it went away.
forgotten soon enough, sobeille's gaze turned as she heard footsteps above her. a long shadow cut its way down the incline, followed by the elegant steps of --
well, she was not sure. it was not coyote, but it did not resemble her, either. the ears and the muzzle shape were all wrong. or if not wrong, different.
her fur flaxen red, tapering away from her slim face -- but it was the velveteen of her downward ears that drew sobeille's fascination.
not the courtly way in which she descended, or the pride evidenced in the sheen of her well-groomed coat.
forgotten soon enough, sobeille's gaze turned as she heard footsteps above her. a long shadow cut its way down the incline, followed by the elegant steps of --
well, she was not sure. it was not coyote, but it did not resemble her, either. the ears and the muzzle shape were all wrong. or if not wrong, different.
her fur flaxen red, tapering away from her slim face -- but it was the velveteen of her downward ears that drew sobeille's fascination.
not the courtly way in which she descended, or the pride evidenced in the sheen of her well-groomed coat.
i be lookin' for somet'in'.sobeille told the half-truth only, turning her unblinking gaze over the woman.
what 'appened to your ears?
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