Ouroboros Spine you thought it was a joke

phone post!

Her children grew less dependent on her as they continued to grow within the village. And with their numbers a tad small in terms of working adults, star hunter knew that it was time to put away the luxuries of newborn motherhood and embrace her duties once again.

While she does not like to acknowledge the extra few pounds she carries, in some way Shikoba has always known that her body was going to change. She was getting older, and slowly her joints were starting to creak like squeaky door hinges when she would wake up in the morning.

She did not want to admit she was getting old, however. And so the weathered mother comes and finds herself marking the borders and running a normal patrol. The wind would carry the scent of another, and black nostrils would flare for just a moment before heading into the general direction of the other.

Shikoba’s small and round frame would come into view at a lope, catching the sight of a beautiful and willowy girl at their edges. And eventually she would slow her pace before coming to a halt before her. Sulfuric eyes glance over her, though they lack the normal pungent sting that she once held for strangers.

“You are on the edge of Moonglow,” she comes to say, “who are you?”