November 05, 2025, 08:15 PM
the sea had been calm for a while. runa drifted where the tide could lift her up, undulating, carrying her a little bit while her toes remained caught upon the debris just shy of the surface. it had become a common habit for her to linger within reach of water — and in this case, the youngster used the ocean as an effective dissociation tank.
she thought of many things.
she imagined mother-seal, which was a figment from her early days; she thought of sand-mother, and it was in that moment the insuciant aroma of salt was broken by a familiar spice, and runa quietly begins to motor for shore.
as she dredges free, the harsh tuck of her belly and winnowing of her hips is exacerbated by the way her dark coat slicks, like oil, against her. turning her eyes one way and then another, with a swing of her head drips, and slinks, approaching the waiting sobeille.
she thought of many things.
she imagined mother-seal, which was a figment from her early days; she thought of sand-mother, and it was in that moment the insuciant aroma of salt was broken by a familiar spice, and runa quietly begins to motor for shore.
as she dredges free, the harsh tuck of her belly and winnowing of her hips is exacerbated by the way her dark coat slicks, like oil, against her. turning her eyes one way and then another, with a swing of her head drips, and slinks, approaching the waiting sobeille.
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while you damn the dead i'm trying to survive - by Sobeille - September 29, 2025, 04:37 PM
RE: while you damn the dead i'm trying to survive - by Tusakruŋa - November 05, 2025, 08:15 PM