Alpine Lake Beyond that which is

Beyond the borders he did tread. A white backdrop against a forest floor. The colored leaves beginning to fall and swirl as they did so. He did not fit even more so than usual. Once the bitter winds of snow began to twirl and swirl around him. Then he would be free to hide amongst it's boughs. To finally be at an advantage camoflauge at least.

Artok's air was a bit frosty in the air. It was not cold enough to bite yet, but soon enough winter would be upon them. He had recently smelled his lover on the borders, and it made him paranoid. Was the youth trying to encroach on his life? OR was he just that obsessed with him. Artok wasn't certain, but it was a strange feeling. He actually sort of cared which one it was.

cackling cackling laughing went the crowwoman along the shore, prancing as a newborn of a less blessed species does not yet knowing its legs were made to run.

cackling cackling went the madwoman, and each time loose pebbled ground slipped out her toes she laughed loud enough to sound as a whine.

cackling cackling went the woman along the shore.

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Artok was thrown from his musing by a loud shrill sound. He shifted and stared as a black, bony beast moved to and fro as if prancing, no dancing.

A scowl furrowed his brow. What the actual fuck. he breathed.

She would dance along the area, clattering stones and loud noises. Birds taking flight as she continued to make loud raucous. Artok could do nothing, but stare.

She's fucking crazy, was his only thought.

click-clacking of pebbles under overgrown claws. laughter carrying over water mirroring sky. the madwoman continued on her path, same twsited joke being gnawed in her mind.

Artok trailed behind he woman, a grotesque sort of curiosity, adding a fire to his heels. He wasn't sure where she was going or even waht was so funny, but he found her interesting and a bit perplexing so he followed. Eyes on her form, ears to his skull.

she froze.



then, she dipped, and ran into the water.

the wolfess drunk deep and greedy of the cool drink, and in-between swallows made gurgling giggles.

Artok watched her with narrowed golden eyes. Now wondering if perhaps she had the brain rot, the rabies that he had seen take a few in his time. He looked for any signs, but when she ran towards the water and leapt right in, it was then that he knew, she didn't.

Though his ears went straight atop his head as she almost drowned herself while drinking because she was giggle.

What the fuck he murmured again to himself for what felt like the 100th time.