the tsarina moves through the grotto as the evening waxes into night, using her dark pelage to her advantage as she sticks to the deep shadows. she is annoyed but aware all the same that there are packs seemingly boxing her in, forcing her to re-route herself. though why she bothers to return to these wilds ... she cannot say.
there was this persistent pull and no matter how crudely she's tried to carve it from herself, it remains like rot at the root.
she'd left kremlin behind ( again ), though not alone this time. her and her mentor had taken in a few more strays to form some sort of haphazard motley crew.
she pauses as a twig cracks beneath her paw, cursing lowly beneath her breath — the first word in his native tongue kremlin had taught her. she holds her breath for a moment, hunkering down; listening. and when she believes she has not drawn unwanted attention to herself, keeps moving.
there was this persistent pull and no matter how crudely she's tried to carve it from herself, it remains like rot at the root.
she'd left kremlin behind ( again ), though not alone this time. her and her mentor had taken in a few more strays to form some sort of haphazard motley crew.
she pauses as a twig cracks beneath her paw, cursing lowly beneath her breath — the first word in his native tongue kremlin had taught her. she holds her breath for a moment, hunkering down; listening. and when she believes she has not drawn unwanted attention to herself, keeps moving.
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the truth, throat-strangled - by Saint - March 30, 2025, 03:03 PM
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