January 06, 2021, 03:38 PM
The winter days slowed him.
Threw him out of order.
He was quiet. Sentimental.
Thinking of how he would have cuddled his mother and siblings if he were with them.
But he had his new family now.
It was only today he realised - with a stab to the stomach - that he hadn't eaten for a while. Hadn't done much for a while.
He moved from the dark clutches of the woods, closer to the snowy drifts that swept in from the edges of the woods, but seldom penetrated the rest of the woods. Save for Phantom Grove where the bare land was blanketed in a thick, white cushion.
Oh. Marisol was marking borders. He smiled weakly, drifting to her. Feeling like a phantom himself.
He dipped his head with a soft greeting rumble, looking to bump his head to her. An apology.
"Are you ok?" Was she struggling too? Unlikely if she was doing more than he was.
Threw him out of order.
He was quiet. Sentimental.
Thinking of how he would have cuddled his mother and siblings if he were with them.
But he had his new family now.
It was only today he realised - with a stab to the stomach - that he hadn't eaten for a while. Hadn't done much for a while.
He moved from the dark clutches of the woods, closer to the snowy drifts that swept in from the edges of the woods, but seldom penetrated the rest of the woods. Save for Phantom Grove where the bare land was blanketed in a thick, white cushion.
Oh. Marisol was marking borders. He smiled weakly, drifting to her. Feeling like a phantom himself.
He dipped his head with a soft greeting rumble, looking to bump his head to her. An apology.
"Are you ok?" Was she struggling too? Unlikely if she was doing more than he was.
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This itch under my fur - by Marisol - January 03, 2021, 07:19 AM
RE: This itch under my fur - by Rowan - January 06, 2021, 03:38 PM