Cygnet languished, became distant and quiet in the absence of justice. She considered, from time to time, going to the seaside and searching for the masked would-be-murderer on her own, but fear kept her within the pack's borders for some time. Sobeille was not a wolf she would want to take on, on her own. If she'd learned anything from the events at the massive pack gathering, it was that she was not as strong as she thought she was.
She remembered the taste of Arric's blood, still, but it became a bittersweet memory. Fights were not won by wishing, they were won with speed, strength, and cunning. She had not prepared herself adequately, but she did not feel motivated to hone her skills in the wake of such crushing failure.
Now, she could only see with one eye- so what use was she? She hunted, she patrolled, but her loyalty to the pack came, largely, from being stuck.
She wasn't as strong as she thought she was, and she certainly wasn't as brave as she acted. She wasn't as clever as Sobeille, nor was she as kind-hearted as the wolves who had taken her in, and offered her endless patience and support. She existed, but only as much as a breeze might; adrift, she wandered along the borders, questioning the meaning of her own life.
She remembered the taste of Arric's blood, still, but it became a bittersweet memory. Fights were not won by wishing, they were won with speed, strength, and cunning. She had not prepared herself adequately, but she did not feel motivated to hone her skills in the wake of such crushing failure.
Now, she could only see with one eye- so what use was she? She hunted, she patrolled, but her loyalty to the pack came, largely, from being stuck.
She wasn't as strong as she thought she was, and she certainly wasn't as brave as she acted. She wasn't as clever as Sobeille, nor was she as kind-hearted as the wolves who had taken her in, and offered her endless patience and support. She existed, but only as much as a breeze might; adrift, she wandered along the borders, questioning the meaning of her own life.
April 05, 2025, 11:02 PM
his sanguine sense was weak today. if there was a wounding somewhere, it lingered in the air as a lowly suspicion rather than a direct calling. but, it was something - and the avian was hungry.
he swept the river and with several hefty beats of his wings, managed a sloppy landing among some trees. from there the hesitant trail of blood in the air - that stale copper note that attracted him like a lush to cheap wine - drew his attention further.
a gray blob of a terrestrial roamed the riverside. qapnuk clucked deep in his throat, his beak clicking, tsk tsk tsk tsk.
he swept the river and with several hefty beats of his wings, managed a sloppy landing among some trees. from there the hesitant trail of blood in the air - that stale copper note that attracted him like a lush to cheap wine - drew his attention further.
a gray blob of a terrestrial roamed the riverside. qapnuk clucked deep in his throat, his beak clicking, tsk tsk tsk tsk.
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