she moves purposefully towards the distant crash of the sea, but mostly to distract from the slow march of bile up her throat. @Vaati moves at her side, and she will not allow the queasiness she's ignored every time it's reared its ugly head to win now, with him here. her muzzle lifts a fraction and stiffens, but she continues her steady march, with a side-glance at him. "tell me of this place?" she's made her decision based on location and his presence, but she can't wander around with no idea of the workings of the pack.
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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when the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre - by Cassiopeia - April 04, 2019, 06:56 PM
RE: when the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre - by Vaati - April 04, 2019, 09:55 PM
RE: when the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre - by Cassiopeia - April 07, 2019, 08:41 AM