Ouroboros Spine Drapetévo

The boy with the bloody head slunk along the borders of the pack called Moonglow. He was not sure that he liked it. The terrain was different from that of the vale. It did not make him homesick persay. He simply found that he was critical of the pack he had pledged himself to.

Pausing on the edge of the spine, Antigone squinted out across the terrain that stretched toward the mountains. He had not seen that mountain range up close. The sunspire had been all that he had known in his short life. It was impressive, he thought. A sour scrunching of his features and the boy turned to the interior of Moonglow.

she has kept herself bust with work, as she has always done so before. but shikoba has also spent much of her time with her children, specifically ajei. her daughter grows as each day passes, and perhaps chiteo walks along his own path as well, just hidden beneath the nose of his overbearing mother.

the extra weight that once hung onto her sides and drooped form her belly has finally come to be run off now that her children grew independent. but the hard exterior that shikoba fought desperately to keep has seemingly faded into the background like white noise. a hardened warrior, yes, certainly she is that. but there presents no reason to her to keep such a shell. this was her home, this mountain range, the birthplace of her children. there is perhaps no reason to have such worries.

on her path towards the borders, she can see a figure before her. a soft cream color violently splashed a brick-colored hood, as if a spirit had come to touch his young body before he entered the terrestrial world. curiously, politely, the woman continues to stride forward, noting that he wears the scent of moonglow with a certain newness to it.

"exploring?" she comes to ask him, head tilting in the slightest to look upon this youth with sulfuric eyes that lack their signature burn.