she rested there, in fields far removed from bearclaw's hearth. the wind was a coursing fiend, carrying with it the scent of bluegrass and clover, pine straw, and wolves.
wolves.
indra had already been still, but she felt herself stiffen. her heart quickened its glutted pounding, and slowly she looked suspiciously about her with ears strained atop her thin forehead.
it was an extraordinary stroke of luck, or perhaps kismet, that the fickle wind had favored indra that day -- she was neither a master scout nor an adept tracker, and likely would have missed the presence of the two lurking brothers entirely. even then, in the flattened terrain, their forms were not all-together blatant to find -- it was as if, for some reason, they walked alongside the earth instead of atop it, and indra, sure as she was that she saw two wolves that day, was struck with the notion that if they wanted to, they could simply disappear before disbelieving eyes.
she was too far from bearclaw's mouth to feel defensive of interlopers close to her territory -- all the same, she felt unease snake into her stomach and settle there fat as some sleeping serpent. she found herself studying both of them cautiously; one a black shadow with his form truncated into unsettling aberration, and the other a piebald grey with a pointed face that appeared more vulpine than wolf.
it had been a long time since indra had thought of ramsay, and recognition was slow to creep across her features. but recognition was not enough to drive her to hail him; the lurking presence of his thin brother unnerved her. she curbed her tongue, ears pulled back in clear discomfiture.
she was outnumbered, and worried of what risk their presence might present to her. many questions burned to leave her tongue, but her innate wariness of male strangers limited her interest in engagement. feigning a shaky nonchalance her hammering heart certainly did not feel, indra's gaze swept past them as she lifted her muzzle once more, drinking in the rest of the scents as if to say their presence was neither welcomed nor unwelcome, but simply there, and therefore accepted as something she could not change or hide from.
wolves.
indra had already been still, but she felt herself stiffen. her heart quickened its glutted pounding, and slowly she looked suspiciously about her with ears strained atop her thin forehead.
it was an extraordinary stroke of luck, or perhaps kismet, that the fickle wind had favored indra that day -- she was neither a master scout nor an adept tracker, and likely would have missed the presence of the two lurking brothers entirely. even then, in the flattened terrain, their forms were not all-together blatant to find -- it was as if, for some reason, they walked alongside the earth instead of atop it, and indra, sure as she was that she saw two wolves that day, was struck with the notion that if they wanted to, they could simply disappear before disbelieving eyes.
she was too far from bearclaw's mouth to feel defensive of interlopers close to her territory -- all the same, she felt unease snake into her stomach and settle there fat as some sleeping serpent. she found herself studying both of them cautiously; one a black shadow with his form truncated into unsettling aberration, and the other a piebald grey with a pointed face that appeared more vulpine than wolf.
it had been a long time since indra had thought of ramsay, and recognition was slow to creep across her features. but recognition was not enough to drive her to hail him; the lurking presence of his thin brother unnerved her. she curbed her tongue, ears pulled back in clear discomfiture.
she was outnumbered, and worried of what risk their presence might present to her. many questions burned to leave her tongue, but her innate wariness of male strangers limited her interest in engagement. feigning a shaky nonchalance her hammering heart certainly did not feel, indra's gaze swept past them as she lifted her muzzle once more, drinking in the rest of the scents as if to say their presence was neither welcomed nor unwelcome, but simply there, and therefore accepted as something she could not change or hide from.
now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
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and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Indra - July 29, 2018, 07:39 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Ramsay - July 30, 2018, 01:16 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Euron - July 30, 2018, 01:34 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Indra - July 30, 2018, 05:23 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Ramsay - July 30, 2018, 05:42 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Euron - August 01, 2018, 05:09 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Indra - August 02, 2018, 06:51 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Ramsay - August 03, 2018, 02:17 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Euron - August 06, 2018, 06:56 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Indra - August 06, 2018, 07:28 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Ramsay - August 07, 2018, 10:54 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Euron - August 08, 2018, 06:09 PM
RE: and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun - by Indra - August 10, 2018, 02:33 PM
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