November 15, 2024, 10:52 PM
(This post was last modified: November 15, 2024, 10:55 PM by Zyraena.)
hope this is ok!! @Sialuk
The air felt thick, heavy, as Zyraena pushed through the last of the dense undergrowth, her legs trembling beneath her. A low, involuntary whine escaped her lips as she stumbled forward, the shrubs snagging at her pale fur.
The landscape stretched in every direction, alien and unwelcoming. The soft light of dawn filtered through the trees, dappling her fur with golden patches, but even the warmth of the sun could not ease the cold knot twisting in her stomach. Her breath hitched as she took a tentative step forward, her paws crunching on dry leaves, the sound deafening in the suffocating silence.
Her thoughts raced--until one cut through the rest like a blade.
Liora...
Her heart clenched as her gaze snapped to the horizon, desperate for any sign of her twin. The thought of her sister alone, perhaps in danger, sent a wave of nausea rippling through her. Liora was her other half, her moon to balance the sun.
"Liora?" she called out, her voice trembling, the sound swallowed by the vastness of the wilderness. She strained her ears, but the forest answered with only the rustle of leaves.
mentions @Liora
4 hours ago
Sialuk roamed the base of the spear today, seeking to add a meal or two to the pack's caches. Winter was upon them now, though she knew it would continue to grow colder as the days went on. Night felt endless now, and daylight was a gift. Early light trickled through the trees now, and the sound of an unfamiliar voice pushed Sialuk from her chosen path.
It was a dainty white wolf who came into view betwixt the trees, and Sialuk woofed in the other's direction to announce her presence before coming closer.
It was a dainty white wolf who came into view betwixt the trees, and Sialuk woofed in the other's direction to announce her presence before coming closer.
This woman greets you,Sialuk said,
You are close to village Moonspear. Do you seek someone?Upon closer inspection, the stranger looked thin, perhaps in need of a good meal and rest. The sage could also swear that she looked downright worried, but perhaps she was merely projecting that emotion onto the stranger.
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