Razorback Ridge salt bundle
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it was she. it was @Nutuyikruk.

that was all — for now. @Makono and @Hex, they would return. her faith kept sunyellow eyes sharp and bright.

to be just them deterred muskrat from nothing. they spent much time together, she teaching the girl to prowl and to spar, to drop down on animals and to practice the same descents on the swamp panther herself.

today she stropped her paws idly against the earth, peering toward the vale and wondering if it would be wise to depart their ridge for a few hours, to hunt outside the shadowlands.
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restlessness.

the need for violence where none was needed. she could cause it, she could pierce her teeth upon any figure she found.

she looked down into the plains towards where the sun would set upon a red palace.

she could find what she wished for. only she tasted her warrior lover upon the breeze and instead of plunging below, she danced along the ridgeline.

her voice a crooning note.
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the eagle.

shadowland drew her closer; royal one beckoned her into a silent run, one which dappled muskrat in light and hid her again in the darkness cast by ancient trees.

they stood before one another. sunyellow eyes gleamed. "i welcome you back." and her ears wanted to hear it all. it would be as if they had not been parted.
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welcomed back, that pesky stray dog that lived in the vessel of godhood.

what different were feral beasts compared to hungered gods?

something in those sunflower eyes stirred the hunger, the longing. the shadows of the mountain wanted to craddle makono into it deeply. no eyes upon her but those flowered ones. jewels to be treasured, to be held. the eagle found she wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but felt too uncertain to press upon it.

why?

teasing in her voice, the trained talents of her father shined brightly through her now. her good eye offered only brightness in its depths that betrayed (or perhaps humored) the hunger within.

she wanted to kiss her.

it felt maddening.