Not quite a joining thread, but maybe the precursor to one. Thanks to whoever replies. <3
Night had fallen before Shemesh realized why Moonglow sounded so familiar to her, and it took her a couple days to build up the courage to turn back around and return to their borders. Her anticipation grew as she trotted through grassy plains and broadleaf forest, then beneath the towering conifers of Ajei’s home. Shemesh stood near the place she’d met the young girl, close enough to smell her own tracks on the earth, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
Shemesh sought an audience with the pack’s Moonwoman, but she felt petrified by inexperience. Did she howl for her? Stand or sit while waiting? There weren’t any doors to knock on or bells to ring— only a scent border to tell her she was in the right place, and wilderness as far as the eye could see. All Shemesh really knew was that the Moonwoman required the utmost respect, and if she was offered food and a place to rest she had to accept.
The coydog licked dried hare blood from her lips. She’d just have to try her best, and hope that was enough. With a hesitant uptilt of her muzzle, Shemesh howled: “I was sent to see the Moonwoman. I need her help!”
The call was high and yapping, entirely unlike the wolves she had sung with on that moonlight night. Unlike the Moonwoman’s, she was sure. But it was hers, and it was earnest, and it would have to do.
Shemesh sat down in a patch of mid-morning sunlight and waited. At least it wasn’t raining like yesterday.
Night had fallen before Shemesh realized why Moonglow sounded so familiar to her, and it took her a couple days to build up the courage to turn back around and return to their borders. Her anticipation grew as she trotted through grassy plains and broadleaf forest, then beneath the towering conifers of Ajei’s home. Shemesh stood near the place she’d met the young girl, close enough to smell her own tracks on the earth, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
Shemesh sought an audience with the pack’s Moonwoman, but she felt petrified by inexperience. Did she howl for her? Stand or sit while waiting? There weren’t any doors to knock on or bells to ring— only a scent border to tell her she was in the right place, and wilderness as far as the eye could see. All Shemesh really knew was that the Moonwoman required the utmost respect, and if she was offered food and a place to rest she had to accept.
The coydog licked dried hare blood from her lips. She’d just have to try her best, and hope that was enough. With a hesitant uptilt of her muzzle, Shemesh howled: “I was sent to see the Moonwoman. I need her help!”
The call was high and yapping, entirely unlike the wolves she had sung with on that moonlight night. Unlike the Moonwoman’s, she was sure. But it was hers, and it was earnest, and it would have to do.
Shemesh sat down in a patch of mid-morning sunlight and waited. At least it wasn’t raining like yesterday.
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Be the singer and the speaker - by Shemesh - July 10, 2023, 01:16 PM
RE: Be the singer and the speaker - by Ajei - July 12, 2023, 05:16 AM
RE: Be the singer and the speaker - by Kukutux - July 13, 2023, 08:28 PM
RE: Be the singer and the speaker - by Shemesh - July 16, 2023, 09:48 PM
RE: Be the singer and the speaker - by Ajei - July 18, 2023, 06:19 PM
RE: Be the singer and the speaker - by Kukutux - July 20, 2023, 09:54 AM