December 17, 2019, 10:28 PM
(This post was last modified: December 17, 2019, 10:38 PM by Odyssey.)
Meanwhile, Goodnight—who was following the scent of lakewater through a thickening fog—felt an uncomfortable stitch in his gut, and knew it to be hunger settling in for a stay.
He had abused his goodwill while he'd had it, and ruminated quietly on each prey-scent he'd dismissed the last couple days in his conceit. The regrets only grew as he went; ending in the ranger's idle consideration of a return south. And the thought was indeed idle—as ultimately it was stubbornness that drove him further—finding no dire reason to backtrack just yet. This was merely a rough patch, one he intended to find the end of.
His eyes set on the lake at the same moment a coyote coronach pierced the quiet like fireworks on a random Tuesday night, which brought Goodnight's attention flickering briefly in the direction of its source. When he looked back towards the loch, he noticed a lofty, moondusted she-wolf already at its banks before him, and redirected his path.
The wolf made sure to make plenty of noise as he approached, but didn't otherwise pause or speak as he kept several wolf-lengths to the left of the other drifter; padding up to the bar for a drink.
He had abused his goodwill while he'd had it, and ruminated quietly on each prey-scent he'd dismissed the last couple days in his conceit. The regrets only grew as he went; ending in the ranger's idle consideration of a return south. And the thought was indeed idle—as ultimately it was stubbornness that drove him further—finding no dire reason to backtrack just yet. This was merely a rough patch, one he intended to find the end of.
His eyes set on the lake at the same moment a coyote coronach pierced the quiet like fireworks on a random Tuesday night, which brought Goodnight's attention flickering briefly in the direction of its source. When he looked back towards the loch, he noticed a lofty, moondusted she-wolf already at its banks before him, and redirected his path.
The wolf made sure to make plenty of noise as he approached, but didn't otherwise pause or speak as he kept several wolf-lengths to the left of the other drifter; padding up to the bar for a drink.
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fingers laced a crown - by Eirwyn - December 01, 2019, 05:12 PM
RE: fingers laced a crown - by Odyssey - December 17, 2019, 10:28 PM
RE: fingers laced a crown - by Katya Noir - December 17, 2019, 11:55 PM
RE: fingers laced a crown - by Eirwyn - January 24, 2020, 11:40 AM
RE: fingers laced a crown - by Katya Noir - February 06, 2020, 09:23 PM