He picked his way along the coast, weather permitting, and when the snow started falling in largely silent swaths the hunter paused to gather his bearings. Up until this point the sky had been clear — the steppes leading towards steep cliffs or barnacled beachfront barraged with winds — and as this settled, the snow came. He was wind-whipped and muddy while it gathered around him, and then as Mesa plunged onward to see what was to be scavenged across the shoreline, the depth of snow managed to cleanse him of some murk.
The layered scent of many women came to him, contrasting against the emptiness of the winter air, the bite of the cold against his snout. He tasted the air with a flick of his tongue and sharp inhalation, snake-like perhaps; testing to see if this was some kind of wintertime mirage — but no, it was real. Someone lay claim to the land ahead, and he could go no further without drawing attention.
Had this been any other season, Mesa would have made an attempt. Instead he lingered and then drew back, putting more distance between himself and those strong indicators that the area belonged to someone; affording this a wide berth while also studying the terrain for signs of life, be they prey or predator.
The layered scent of many women came to him, contrasting against the emptiness of the winter air, the bite of the cold against his snout. He tasted the air with a flick of his tongue and sharp inhalation, snake-like perhaps; testing to see if this was some kind of wintertime mirage — but no, it was real. Someone lay claim to the land ahead, and he could go no further without drawing attention.
Had this been any other season, Mesa would have made an attempt. Instead he lingered and then drew back, putting more distance between himself and those strong indicators that the area belonged to someone; affording this a wide berth while also studying the terrain for signs of life, be they prey or predator.
January 15, 2024, 03:35 PM
Having tasted the meals prepared and offered at the grand feast and wedding, Tousaint found his homeland lacking in delicacy. How artful the wolves and coyotes of the lowlands had been- they treated royalty with respect, and servants skittered about, keeping the rest of them well-fed and looked after. He longed to be treated in such a way, but had begun to harbour the growing feeling that even as a Prince himself, he was never going to be given the same amount of luxury as the girls.
He sauntered along the borders, fulfilling the duty of guardian as it gave him some space to be on his own. When he scented a stranger in the area, he left the borders and headed into the outskirts, where he caught sight of the pale loner, loitering in the area and yet mindful of the borders. The sullen boy turned his ears back and frowned.
"You be comin' close to de borders of Sapphique," he snipped. "What you be wantin'?"
He sauntered along the borders, fulfilling the duty of guardian as it gave him some space to be on his own. When he scented a stranger in the area, he left the borders and headed into the outskirts, where he caught sight of the pale loner, loitering in the area and yet mindful of the borders. The sullen boy turned his ears back and frowned.
"You be comin' close to de borders of Sapphique," he snipped. "What you be wantin'?"
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