Kukutux had a legacy that would live on long after she is gone. Golden gaze lowered, a sinking feeling in her gut of indescribable pain. The argent could have been part of that legacy. So much could have been done differently. If only the damned woman that used to be her cousin had not grand ideals and no regard for her own kin, if only they were not so much alike. Reminiscing of the past was useless now.
Back to the firewolf that was before her, a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes. Agana searched his gaze for more as he answered her dilemma: the duck was still alive. And out of every wolf that could have stumbled upon her, the son-in-law of the woman she searched for found her. „Is she well?” The argent spoke out loud, revealing an important clue about the true motive behind her roaming. „The moonwolves I mean, yes. Your wife, the community, everyone.” She quickly corrected herself, burning with embarrassment. Oversharing at its finest.
„I do,” Agana continued, facing away from the sun man. He knew her as moonwoman, while the argent knew her in many ways, but not the ways she wanted, the ways she should have known her! Under her, soft lips pressed against the other, above her, warm and welcoming, soft, feminine and yet— shot down by her own insecurity. She experienced none of it. „We were part of the same court,” a statement that could never be equal to the real bond that was between them. At least, in her eyes.
But she couldn’t help but wonder: who was her father? The duck had a husband, it was more than clear, but did she feel for him? Love him, even?
Back to the firewolf that was before her, a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes. Agana searched his gaze for more as he answered her dilemma: the duck was still alive. And out of every wolf that could have stumbled upon her, the son-in-law of the woman she searched for found her. „Is she well?” The argent spoke out loud, revealing an important clue about the true motive behind her roaming. „The moonwolves I mean, yes. Your wife, the community, everyone.” She quickly corrected herself, burning with embarrassment. Oversharing at its finest.
„I do,” Agana continued, facing away from the sun man. He knew her as moonwoman, while the argent knew her in many ways, but not the ways she wanted, the ways she should have known her! Under her, soft lips pressed against the other, above her, warm and welcoming, soft, feminine and yet— shot down by her own insecurity. She experienced none of it. „We were part of the same court,” a statement that could never be equal to the real bond that was between them. At least, in her eyes.
But she couldn’t help but wonder: who was her father? The duck had a husband, it was more than clear, but did she feel for him? Love him, even?
„common” — „romanian”
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see myself as a ghost - by Agana - January 28, 2025, 01:03 PM
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