Qeya River heavy like a stone, waiting for the river to run
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she lay splayed over a sun-warmed boulder, growing more and more uncomfortable as the shade shifted further and further. gaze traced the distant shapes of a small band of elk in the distance; to large, too fit to take down on her own. three stags, one, watching over the spread of wildflowers and sun-touched grasses. 

forcing the breath from her lungs in a huff, she stood, shaking stiffly her pelt as if it may help the heat dissipate. it didn't, and the huntress made her way down the bank, splashing into the river and allowing it to push up against her hocks, tug at her. she peered northward, chest tight; but it so common a feeling, now, that she found herself simply ignoring it. it was only right that she do it; she could not find it within her to let her poison go unmended.
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heavy like a stone, waiting for the river to run - by Dawn - July 12, 2018, 05:50 PM