Noctisardor Bypass in the moonlight

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there comes a tense exhale past flaring, wet-ringed nares as blackfell turns a eye on the woman. he has offended her, and the blackbird couldn't find it in himself to care.

but...

his paw-steps come to a halt, and the bulk of his dark frame cuts slightly towards her. in the haze of winter, he gives a short, demanding bark.

stop. an order. one he knew she might just ignore considering she had no idea who he was—or that he was of high status in the valley. he takes it upon himself to close their distance.

she misunderstood the intent of his words—which doesn't come as a surprise. women were often emotional creatures, he found.

the blackbird cuts into her path with muted thuds for footfalls. his teeth click when he speaks, a rumble of gravel. it seems i've insulted you. his breath is white, a thick fog and visible as it dissipates and curls between them. it was only advice.

blackfell glowers, still. what is your name?

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