April 15, 2016, 05:30 PM
Thuringwethil stands close as she makes her attempt to stand and steadies her feet should she be needed for support, but she only takes the nuzzle beneath her nose and the warm wetness touching her her fur. She lowers her snout a little for an embrace and closes her eyes to accept the action that seems something friendly, rather than submission, until her title is spoken into her neck like a prayer.
The larger wolf takes a step back but only by inches, looking her over for wounds or cuts that need tending to. Their healer is gone but Lucani barely remains a thought lest she let acid lick the back of her throat in anger. “Let’s go home,” Thuringwethil murmurs, turning so she stands next to Wildfire then, a brace should she need it.
The larger wolf takes a step back but only by inches, looking her over for wounds or cuts that need tending to. Their healer is gone but Lucani barely remains a thought lest she let acid lick the back of her throat in anger. “Let’s go home,” Thuringwethil murmurs, turning so she stands next to Wildfire then, a brace should she need it.
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all that wanting, all that aching, all that capacity for love:
it never belonged to you in the first place
it never belonged to you in the first place
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RE: Feels - by Antumbra - April 15, 2016, 05:30 PM