November 08, 2018, 08:10 PM
(This post was last modified: November 08, 2018, 08:45 PM by Antumbra.)
Thuringwethil knows long before they get to the grotto that it is uninhabited. Most land is covered by snow, untouched by paws that are not prey. The occasional canine print is spotted by the closer they get, the fewer and farther between they are. Reek and his lot had been meant to last too long and the lack of wolves they’ve seen claiming to be part of the grotto leads her to believe it wholly and firmly.
She has never been inside the walls of the grotto, only standing on the outside, attempting to make deals with wolves that prove a waste of time. She’d gotten what she wanted out of all of it, in the grand scheme of things, and as expected they have perished.
A deep breath in and she releases a puff of dragon’s breath.
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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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red among stars - by Antumbra - November 08, 2018, 08:10 PM
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