the scar across her throat was in that ugly stage of healing, the thick scabs flaking away to reveal odd pink skin, tearing occasionally to weep into the fur that ringed the tear. the atramentous girl made her meandering way along the outskirts of the territory, pausing here and there to mark. spring was making its presence known, and by the time she'd half finished her patrol, mud clotted thick in her fur and paws.
she paused once to find a patch of stony ground on which to pick away at the earth, for it had grown terribly annoying. mossy emeralds blinked once as she peered out at the steadily sinking sun through the peaks, cursing again her forced slowness as the mountains called to her, with all their wild unknown.
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
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we can only get hurt by things we learned - by Cassiopeia - March 30, 2018, 12:39 PM
RE: we can only get hurt by things we learned - by Wraen - March 30, 2018, 04:04 PM