February 27, 2025, 10:31 AM
(This post was last modified: February 27, 2025, 02:04 PM by Vermouth.)
After many days of tireless movement, Vermouth admits it to himself: he’s seeking something. He’s seeking someone, someone very specific. He wants to find a kvit woman and sweep her off her feet, so that she’ll let him mate with her and bear his offspring.
But where are they? His paws eat up the miles, yet he comes across no one and nothing other than his shadow (@Accipitra). Vermouth mostly ignores her, though sometimes he shares his kills with her. She’s not particularly good company and he prefers his own, though something about her intrigues him.
He rests this evening and sets out at nightfall to settle the appetite made much more demanding by all the travel. Vermouth trails toward the shadow of a rise, then moves past it toward another, taller mount beyond. The waning crescent moon spills light on its glistening peak, capturing his attention momentarily as he pauses on the neighboring plain to comb the winter air for scents of prey.
The breeze pushes against him, blowing inland from the sea he can dimly smell further north and west. Vermouth notes it, though his focus suddenly sharpens on the nearby slope as he catches the scents of wolves. And he realizes suddenly that he can see one, a moonlit figure striding along the foot of the mount.
His whole body tightens at the sight of the kvit she-wolf.
But where are they? His paws eat up the miles, yet he comes across no one and nothing other than his shadow (@Accipitra). Vermouth mostly ignores her, though sometimes he shares his kills with her. She’s not particularly good company and he prefers his own, though something about her intrigues him.
He rests this evening and sets out at nightfall to settle the appetite made much more demanding by all the travel. Vermouth trails toward the shadow of a rise, then moves past it toward another, taller mount beyond. The waning crescent moon spills light on its glistening peak, capturing his attention momentarily as he pauses on the neighboring plain to comb the winter air for scents of prey.
The breeze pushes against him, blowing inland from the sea he can dimly smell further north and west. Vermouth notes it, though his focus suddenly sharpens on the nearby slope as he catches the scents of wolves. And he realizes suddenly that he can see one, a moonlit figure striding along the foot of the mount.
His whole body tightens at the sight of the kvit she-wolf.
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RE: Pärry - by Vermouth - February 27, 2025, 10:31 AM