March 31, 2015, 03:50 PM
ooc: set near the borders of the plateau, a bit beyond them. @Magpie
It was late afternoon and Osprey, who had spent most of the day either having frequent little meals or dozing in the sunlight, found herself feeling well enough to have a walk. She was in a good mood, because, even though she had not yet spoken to either Blue willow or Lasher in order to apologize, mending things with Dante had been a huge step forward. She had broken out of the enchanted circle of lonliness, seeking solace not beyond the pack's borders but among people that cared for her.
However a bit of wanderlust - unrelated to her thirst for society - had remained. She could not go far, because her feet still ached (though the pain had lessened during the last few days) and she had felt more tired recently than before. But now even a small distance walked without tripping over or falling was a little victory that lifted her spirits. Her pace was slow, steps careful and deliberate, because only a bit more than two weeks were left until whelping, and her body had changed - the belly had become a bit bigger and rounder and teats - developing and filling up with milk - more prominent. However, these changes were in odd contrast to the unkempt coat, ribs and hips that were visible under her coat and thin legs with knobby, swollen joints. And face - eyes sunken and expression weary.
Though looking far from an image of a happy and healthy mother, expecting her first litter, Osprey felt good and content for, what she had got. Having reached the edge of the plateau, Osprey stopped, sat down to have a rest and as she looked at the setting sun and the vague image of the moon appearing in the sky across it's rival, a fleeting thought of, what would her children be like, crossed her mind briefly only to be overshadowed by fear that she could get too attached and that something would happen.
It was late afternoon and Osprey, who had spent most of the day either having frequent little meals or dozing in the sunlight, found herself feeling well enough to have a walk. She was in a good mood, because, even though she had not yet spoken to either Blue willow or Lasher in order to apologize, mending things with Dante had been a huge step forward. She had broken out of the enchanted circle of lonliness, seeking solace not beyond the pack's borders but among people that cared for her.
However a bit of wanderlust - unrelated to her thirst for society - had remained. She could not go far, because her feet still ached (though the pain had lessened during the last few days) and she had felt more tired recently than before. But now even a small distance walked without tripping over or falling was a little victory that lifted her spirits. Her pace was slow, steps careful and deliberate, because only a bit more than two weeks were left until whelping, and her body had changed - the belly had become a bit bigger and rounder and teats - developing and filling up with milk - more prominent. However, these changes were in odd contrast to the unkempt coat, ribs and hips that were visible under her coat and thin legs with knobby, swollen joints. And face - eyes sunken and expression weary.
Though looking far from an image of a happy and healthy mother, expecting her first litter, Osprey felt good and content for, what she had got. Having reached the edge of the plateau, Osprey stopped, sat down to have a rest and as she looked at the setting sun and the vague image of the moon appearing in the sky across it's rival, a fleeting thought of, what would her children be like, crossed her mind briefly only to be overshadowed by fear that she could get too attached and that something would happen.
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Be my friend before the dawn - by Osprey - March 31, 2015, 03:50 PM
RE: Be my friend before the dawn - by OG Magpie - April 01, 2015, 12:27 PM
RE: Be my friend before the dawn - by Osprey - April 02, 2015, 04:41 PM