the gnashin' teeth and criminal tongues

*Ciervo* · December 25, 2014, 05:37 PM

sisterrrrrrr!<3
imma keep this super vague since I still don't know the outcome of Ciervo's thread with BDP wolves

my heart's in atrophy

Swifly, yet delicately Ciervo made his way across the snow rug that stretched across the forest floor, his nose always pressed to the floor as he went on. It should've been then that the eldest of the original quartet picked Andalusia's familiar scent from the air, but as he continued to weave his way aimlessly between the tall trees it could be safe to say his nose had betrayed him.
Had he already forgotten how her own sister smelled like?
Had all memories of his family disappeared from his mind?

Of course not.
Ciervo Ostrega could be a proud and arrogant dickhead that treated those he met with negligence and indifference, but when it came to family, to blood, he suddenly turned into a charming prince. Even if during the quartet's growing years, and their transition to their foster family, Ciervo had not been the most tactful or comforting, he was still a fierce protector that instead of using cuddles (as Chehlia might have done) used his usual uncalled advice to try to keep them together like glue.

With his nose still hovering over the snow-coated floor he went on, his inner compass unknowingly pulling his closer to his lost sister with every step he took.