February 02, 2018, 01:26 PM
(This post was last modified: September 23, 2018, 05:24 PM by Coelacanth.)
She could feel him.
@Amoxtli’s familiar blip on Coelacanth’s radar had been absent for so long that she’d almost forgotten what it felt like — but here it was again, a rhythmic pulse that reassured her of his wellbeing and nearness. She hadn’t seen him for over a year but believed that if he was here — and Catori had said he was! — the Hunter’s Moon would draw him to the sea. Tense with waiting, she removed herself from the gathering where introductions were still being made and reunions still being celebrated, isolating herself even from her beloved protector. There was a selfishness in the tiny Groenendael, born of a certain insecurity. If her fire-and-embers dragon of a twin had greeted any other wolf at the gathering before greeting her, she might have endured a peculiar sort of hurt.
She waited at the water’s edge, spindly forelegs steeped in the gentle froth of the ocean shallows, marveling at the reddish moonglade that stretched from the moon itself all the way to shore. The hunt would commence soon, and excitement still drummed hotly through her bloodstream, but she was caught up in her thoughts. What would Amoxtli think of her now? They’d always been fraternal twins, and the new scars that littered her body were invisible beneath her feathery fur, but she felt as though the ugliness of the events that had caused them lingered on her skin like an indelible stain. How many rivers had she tried to wash them away in, now?
Not even the salt of the ocean could absolve her of the sins others had left behind.
What if Amoxtli, mirror of her soul, could see them? Smell them? Seelie didn’t think she could bear to see her imperfections reflected on her perfect twin, but she couldn’t hide them from him.
@Amoxtli’s familiar blip on Coelacanth’s radar had been absent for so long that she’d almost forgotten what it felt like — but here it was again, a rhythmic pulse that reassured her of his wellbeing and nearness. She hadn’t seen him for over a year but believed that if he was here — and Catori had said he was! — the Hunter’s Moon would draw him to the sea. Tense with waiting, she removed herself from the gathering where introductions were still being made and reunions still being celebrated, isolating herself even from her beloved protector. There was a selfishness in the tiny Groenendael, born of a certain insecurity. If her fire-and-embers dragon of a twin had greeted any other wolf at the gathering before greeting her, she might have endured a peculiar sort of hurt.
She waited at the water’s edge, spindly forelegs steeped in the gentle froth of the ocean shallows, marveling at the reddish moonglade that stretched from the moon itself all the way to shore. The hunt would commence soon, and excitement still drummed hotly through her bloodstream, but she was caught up in her thoughts. What would Amoxtli think of her now? They’d always been fraternal twins, and the new scars that littered her body were invisible beneath her feathery fur, but she felt as though the ugliness of the events that had caused them lingered on her skin like an indelible stain. How many rivers had she tried to wash them away in, now?
Not even the salt of the ocean could absolve her of the sins others had left behind.
What if Amoxtli, mirror of her soul, could see them? Smell them? Seelie didn’t think she could bear to see her imperfections reflected on her perfect twin, but she couldn’t hide them from him.
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silver-spun and scintillating - by Coelacanth - February 02, 2018, 01:26 PM
RE: silver-spun and scintillating - by Amoxtli - February 02, 2018, 03:56 PM
RE: silver-spun and scintillating - by Coelacanth - February 03, 2018, 02:12 PM
RE: silver-spun and scintillating - by Amoxtli - February 24, 2018, 05:02 PM
RE: silver-spun and scintillating - by Coelacanth - March 01, 2018, 01:03 PM