September 18, 2017, 11:15 AM
The grass in the dune offers only a slightly better dinner plate than the sand. It acts as a barrier from the sand it grows through and if she's careful, she can prevent a good portion but she knows it won't be a perfect meal. The alternative is the cave she'd taken refuge, or the cavern, but she'd rather stay out in the ocean and she doesn't know if she has the strength or stamina to make it to Hougeda. So instead, as Artaax puts the kill near her, she gives him a loving nudge to his cheek before she rifles through the feathers to break through and eat her first proper meal in days.
Trigedasleng · Common
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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my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Antumbra - August 18, 2017, 11:07 PM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Artaax - August 19, 2017, 11:05 AM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Antumbra - August 28, 2017, 09:16 PM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Artaax - September 06, 2017, 06:57 PM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Antumbra - September 11, 2017, 07:18 AM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Artaax - September 16, 2017, 06:10 PM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Antumbra - September 18, 2017, 11:15 AM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Artaax - September 26, 2017, 05:09 PM
RE: my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you - by Antumbra - September 30, 2017, 02:11 PM