Porcupine Ridge sweet nothings,
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A sentinel—cast silent like an iron gate as he stared out across the bleak lands below them. Vivid green eyes were piercing—but the heaviness and sorrow that bled within them for days now had absorbed into mute finality.

The rustle of another garnered his attention, but he paid it little heed. Before, his gaze would scour for the stark figure of white and a flash of emerald—as if the news delivered to him had been untrue, and Nephele would come for him any moment now—a mother bear to sweep back her cub.

But each day had passed, and the stillness of grief had settled over him like a blanket.

Now, he endeared survival. And as such—somehow—that meant becoming a member of this pack he had somehow opened his eyes within, and been encased within.

Only the deft flick of an ear would give way the boy heard anything—acknowledgement otherwise ignored.
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sweet nothings, - by Lorcan - November 19, 2024, 10:21 AM
RE: sweet nothings, - by Alasdair - Yesterday, 11:12 AM
RE: sweet nothings, - by Lorcan - Yesterday, 11:44 AM