atraxia

Shadows? Her brows drawn back and eyes wide, she looked to Anemone with hardly a regard to her expression of shock. Was it not enough to have a single entity kept to so completely? What force, she wondered, drove this female to possess more than one? It made little sense to her, no different than a male taking on a harem rather than a single, faithful mate. But then, she hardly knew this female at all. For all she knew the meaning of her shadows greatly differed from her own. Though she had to admit, the idea of more than one heeding the call of another was unnerving, and her ears fall back a fraction in worry. To the autumn-hued woman, her shadow was the embodiment of the purpose he had promised her. If he were to be another’s, then… She would not allow herself to slump in dismay, but inched instead to better situate her weight on the shifting sand. Eventually she resigned to lie on her stomach, her forepaws outstretched to glance across the wet sands. “If your sense of them is strong,” she muttered, letting an obsidian claw slip into the sand. “…then surely they are not far off. Eventually a shadow finds its light… It is never truly lost.” Or taken for that matter. Or so she desperately hoped.