we pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake
and all I can do is stand on the curb and say
sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
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Just when things began to look familiar, you realized how different it all was. The great, big pockmark on Moladion surely had affected change far beyond its raised and crooked borders, but here was where the meteor’s damage truly struck home. It was all the same land, in a sense, just… picked up and thrown around a bit. Slowly but surely, the once-exiled wolves returned to see what the falling star had made of their home, and Cat Eye was no different in this curiosity. Open glades greeted her at the bottom of the crater, lush with spring growth and far too beautiful to mark the site of such a catastrophe. But that’s the way things go, right? Every cause had its effect, but that doesn’t mean one necessarily resembled the other.
She wondered how long it would be before blood was shed for a piece of the aftermath. Nothing was left that resembled home for anyone anymore, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t soon be divided up amongst the returning refugees. Cat Eye would laugh in the face of such power struggle if she didn’t know that Heyel would surely be a part of it. Honestly, she probably would still laugh, but with the knowledge that the outcome now affected herself, in a sense. She could live on her own now as well as she ever could, and truth be told she had gotten quite good at it. But since the disaster, and her time spent in Heyel’s pack, things had… changed. She hated to think that Zeivah’s death had a part in it as well, but she would be an idiot to deny it outright. It was different now. She and Heyel had always been imprints, but never, ever lovers, and only recently friends at all. Now… she felt too involved with the Angel King and his life to extract herself from it again, and to be honest, she didn’t really want to.
She ought to give Heyel a good swat on the muzzle for being such a cause of deep contemplation. Things were easier when she didn’t have put so much thought into her life. What happened to the days of off-the-cuff banter between mutually resentful soulmates?
The shewolf’s ears pricked at the sound of water- the light susurration of waves against a shore. At this point, her sense of direction in regards to old Moladion was totally off, so she couldn’t be sure if this lake might be a remnant of Japeras, or a new, previously untapped wellspring, brought to the surface by the drastically changed landscape. She jogged toward it, morbidly curious at every alteration the great cataclysm had wrought. As the lake came into view, she found she wasn’t alone. She could only make out half the face that stared intently into the placid waters, but the keen wolf sensed a sadness in the stranger, not a stretch of deduction considering the losses inflicted on most of the survivors. Her lips are moving, and Cat hesitates, feeling she has stumbled onto a private moment between this white wolf and… whatever it was she was doing. Don’t be alarmed, the shewolf had, in twelve years, managed to develop a little tact. When the stranger ceased to speak, and drew steady, composing breaths, Cat decided to approach.
She came up along the right side, yards left between them. She sauntered, hips and tail swaying in the attractive manner she had long adopted, an effeminate buffer against the sharpness of her tongue, and, often, her teeth as well. The scars of recent years, --nicks across her face and the glaring burn that adorned her left shoulder—hadn’t put a damper on this wild beauty, at least not so far as Cat Eye thought and acted. She bore her wounds with no small amount of pride. The black ess lowered her head to take a few refreshing laps at the water’s surface before turning her eyes toward her present company. She quirked her lips, an unthreatening smile meant to assure the other of her friendly intentions. As a loner, her interactions with others had been built on signs like this: one wrong look would mean the start of a confrontation; a nod, and each went on their way. She cast her gaze on the foreign landscape stretched out before them. “It sure has changed, huh?” She looked to the other, raising her brow. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m guessing you’re from here.”
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CAT EYE
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
FEMALE || TWELVE || FORMERLY OF TRENUS || IMPRINTED TO HEYEL
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