Wapun Meadow i can see a candleburning waxdripping bible burning woman that i once called a friend
All Welcome  June 13, 2018, 07:29 PM
Caiaphas
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the grey she-wolf swung along the meadow at a dogtrot, her pace clipped and form bent by the burden of a fawn she dragged alongside her. it was only slightly heavier than svalinn, but it would be enough to feed her brood and at the very least, stave them off from complete starvation. their encampment in the meadow would be brief before they moved on, but where?

she had considered on more than one occasion returning to ankyra sound, but the fear her children might meet their ends at the insatiable claws of a slavering bear halted any volition she had for such an enterprise. she had considered heading towards the mountains, but her unfamiliarity with the steppes and their game, and the challenge the ascent would present to both her failing mate and her weakened children had also ended that notion. their pilgrimage, if it could even be called that, seemed interminable, and as the sylph tiredly dragged the carcass behind her, her mind drifted to her early days in the wild when ankyra had been dominated by nereides.

this house was my flowered heart,
but my petals have fallen.
June 16, 2018, 10:41 PM
Phoenix
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Phoenix didn't realize until he had left the confines of the Creek, officially severed from their company, how weighted he had felt among the new families there and the cliques that had formed in its borders. None of it had come with ill intent, but inevitably the boy felt excluded. He'd begun to remember his regret for leaving the closeness of his natal family, and it was this unwanted kind of thinking that spurred him to shed what he thought was making him homesick: a house that felt nothing like a home.

He wondered about Indra as he went, which subconsciously affected his trajectory but didn't dictate it necessarily. He found himself distracted entirely by the scent of coagulating blood, and Phoenix followed it with a puppy's enthusiasm as he imagined he might luck out on a free meal. But he was reined by the sight of a wicked-looking she-wolf toting her kill in a cumbersome fashion, and though he made a high-pitched whine-groan of frustration towards her, the yearling knew instinctively to keep his fair distance.

Being both cowed and attracted by her stormy presence, the confused boy felt he only had one option; a thought executed pertly as  he slid down to his stomach and kept his head and ears erect so that he might watch her progression.
June 20, 2018, 10:09 AM
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it was a groan that stirred the sylph from her inward reprieve; her neck stiffened and she abruptly looked around her, the loose form of the corpse yanked upward in dangling motions. her ears rotated in independent movements, and her harsh yellow eyes focused on the folded form of an agouti yearling who, despite his best efforts, still appeared a threat to the she-wolf.

caiaphas assessed the distance between them swiftly - and the distance between them and her brood. she could easily be overtaken attempting to run with the fawn in tow, and she was unwillng to lose her hardwon meal without significan protest. pulling the fawn by the neck out from under her, the siren queen turned to face the young russet-topped male, a low growl menacing the air between them.

this house was my flowered heart,
but my petals have fallen.