Auspicious Anomalancy

Zafina · January 17, 2019, 05:13 PM

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

She truly had no idea whether it would be best to tell this wolf all of her travels- she couldn’t trust him to view her as a truthful thing as opposed to a lunatic, raving on places no mortal wolf had even laid ears upon.
But was it not he who asked that conflicting question that had chained her inquisition to him? He had subtly and invertedly told her to shed her worries over the morals and subliminals of organics - she was a Celestial. There should be no crease within her heart or mind by mortal doings.

“T’was upon a peninsula, one bordered on nigh all sides by warm waters and glittering sands. There, dogs roam freely through the streets, some owned by bipeds, while others are randomed spawns. If they wandered too far from their master’s gardens however, they became meals or even statements for wolves just beyond their fence. Those wolves belonged to a pack named the Corvione Family.”

Truthfully she couldn’t remember her journey to there or even back. It could have been another lifetime she lived, a different form, a different era. But some memories she kept were the only ones as closely connected to her as she could recall. “It is very far,” she confirmed with a wistful cant of her head to the questioning male.

Soon the pair had come to a straggle of trees, smaller coniferous trees and lowly bushes that braved these winds with their stout resilience. Zafina kept in tandem with his steps, fur resuming its regular stance as the hurdle of winds were minimized. She chose her own tree trunk, though it was slightly closer to his as her tail slightly overlapped his own.

“Where did you originate from?” She asked, wondering what he called ‘home’. If that place was that.

But every sky will build my throne.