she had descended nova peak after realizing that to settle there alone was suicide. winter would be even colder at that altitude; why she had not thought of that before climbing halfway up the mountain she would never fully understand. she blamed it mainly on her wanderlust; nova peak was, after all, breathtakingly beautiful. but it was also breathtakingly cold.
the path of her descent was different from that of her climb, and at the base of the peak she had found herself in the midst a beautiful grotto. it was here that she decided she would stay the winter... unless she was carried off on a different, unforeseen whim.
she had spent the previous several days in Larksong Grotto, mainly hunting. prey was plentiful here. hollis had not eaten half as well in many months, and with nourishment came strength, and brighter spirits. the glaring reality of her solitude barely touched her consciousness until a weak-sounding howl cut through predictable ambiance of the grotto, bringing her ears to sudden attention. She swiveled her position, and then paused, hesitant. it was possible that this call would bring trouble to her - interrupt the peace she had only just found. however, the desperate, strained tone of the wolf's song played on her sense of sympathy, and she knew she could not ignore it.
it did not take long for her to find the she-wolf, sprawled on the rocky earth of The Tangle. the ghostly-pale sylph had the look and smell of the ill, something innately known by most canines. only when hollis stood beside her did she realize that this woman was also missing appendages, an ear and a paw. her jaws parted at the sight of this poor creature, who, with her striking yellow eyes, was otherwise beautiful.
"Oh, my - will you let me help you, miss?" hollis spoke, rose eyes large and glimmering a combination of horror and concern.
the path of her descent was different from that of her climb, and at the base of the peak she had found herself in the midst a beautiful grotto. it was here that she decided she would stay the winter... unless she was carried off on a different, unforeseen whim.
she had spent the previous several days in Larksong Grotto, mainly hunting. prey was plentiful here. hollis had not eaten half as well in many months, and with nourishment came strength, and brighter spirits. the glaring reality of her solitude barely touched her consciousness until a weak-sounding howl cut through predictable ambiance of the grotto, bringing her ears to sudden attention. She swiveled her position, and then paused, hesitant. it was possible that this call would bring trouble to her - interrupt the peace she had only just found. however, the desperate, strained tone of the wolf's song played on her sense of sympathy, and she knew she could not ignore it.
it did not take long for her to find the she-wolf, sprawled on the rocky earth of The Tangle. the ghostly-pale sylph had the look and smell of the ill, something innately known by most canines. only when hollis stood beside her did she realize that this woman was also missing appendages, an ear and a paw. her jaws parted at the sight of this poor creature, who, with her striking yellow eyes, was otherwise beautiful.
"Oh, my - will you let me help you, miss?" hollis spoke, rose eyes large and glimmering a combination of horror and concern.
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marche funèbre d'une marionnette - by Haunt - September 30, 2021, 02:03 PM
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