January 28, 2018, 01:02 PM
awkwardly closing with permission
Near the other end of the lake she finally spots the figure. Dark fur a blemish against the white background, mirroring her own imagine from a distance. Any movement forward is halted, tail idly swishing behind her. Not feeling particularly social, uncertain if the wolves in this area outside of the redhawks, and the few moonspear wolves she’s run into, she decides against pursuit. Thuringwethil licks her lips and slowly takes a step back, retracing her steps around the southern border until she’s clear from view.
Trigedasleng · Common
all that wanting, all that aching, all that capacity for love:
it never belonged to you in the first place
it never belonged to you in the first place
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you are not the battlefield where the bodies fall - by Antumbra - January 07, 2018, 09:22 PM
RE: you are not the battlefield where the bodies fall - by Alya - January 07, 2018, 10:08 PM
RE: you are not the battlefield where the bodies fall - by Antumbra - January 28, 2018, 01:02 PM