December 12, 2025, 08:02 PM
river. it is a place she cannot place in memory, and yet her body knows it enough to return to it, to make it home. she does not know where daa’ka has gone, nor the pack—she lost sight in a flood, and so she is here, feeding from scraps like a vulture.
she can see the resemblance, she supposes—they have allowed her to see it, circling the territory like there was someone to find. omens of death that leap at any opportunity to feast.
she does not know where the negative connotation of them comes from, in truth. markers of death, she has learned. opportunists, and yet they have not taken the opportunity she presented them with in a silver platter—they have not descended upon her.
they linger even now, when there is nothing but life—only caribou, only her. a swarm of them soar overhead, scouring. was it her who kept them close? her skin and bones, her clinging to life? or did something else hold their attention?
she can see the resemblance, she supposes—they have allowed her to see it, circling the territory like there was someone to find. omens of death that leap at any opportunity to feast.
she does not know where the negative connotation of them comes from, in truth. markers of death, she has learned. opportunists, and yet they have not taken the opportunity she presented them with in a silver platter—they have not descended upon her.
they linger even now, when there is nothing but life—only caribou, only her. a swarm of them soar overhead, scouring. was it her who kept them close? her skin and bones, her clinging to life? or did something else hold their attention?
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your ivy grows - by Blackfell - December 12, 2025, 06:25 PM
RE: your ivy grows - by Faliya - December 12, 2025, 08:02 PM
RE: your ivy grows - by Blackfell - December 12, 2025, 08:17 PM
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