my blood is a flood of rubies

precious stones

night had a certain smell about it - a miniscule change that was hardly noticeable unless you were looking hard for it. most of the time, sariel wasn’t looking for it and couldn’t distinguish between the two - wandering was wandering, no matter what time of day. but when you did pay attention to it, wonderous things happened. the wind during the day carried a warmth, a sort of heat, that faded during the evening into cooler notes. the air smelled like the daily business of wolves, moving scents and voices that tickled sensitive ears. all of that fell silent once the moon began her rise to light up the sky. it was like everything was very mellow and peaceful once it the sky was dark.

there was little on which sariel was on an even ground with other wolves, but when they were enclosed by the pitch darkness, she was more at home then they were. she often spent nights trotting through the dew-covered grasses of these lands, often times unaware of the hour she was frolicking about. no one tended to pay much mind to a girl running amuck late at night, anyone up at that hour was often too busy with their own business (a late night snack or maybe a pretty gal or guy). a low, husky giggle broke from the girl’s charcoal lined lips that night as toes crushed damp strands of grass and tail flung dew drops clinging to fur far and wide with every easy sweep by thin ankles. she was awake, almost wildly so, and it showed in the way her tongue hung out the corner of her mouth and her coat rippled and smoothed like ocean tides.

and all the while the girl was prancing like her feet couldn’t touch the ground, she was blissfully unaware that fenris was rising from the underworld to pull down the recently dead. the wind was dead silent, content to sit still and gossip with the moon as she bore light down upon two very different wolves, and so sariel was not in the know about the fact that she was not alone in the woodlands that night.

fate was a tricky thing. it connected one life to another with thin strings that were so very easily, and quickly, tangled. sariel had long thought that her fate line perfectly straight and untangled, save for a tiny little knot that was her blindness right at the start. but after that little snare, she thought her line was smooth sailing - nothing magical would happen to her that would cause tangles in her line. something happened that night, however, that would change the course of her line. for some reason, some strange and inexplicable reason, sariel changed her path. she strayed from the straight line she was going on and veered to the left, started to take long strides until her trot became a gallop and then a sprint and she broke the silence with a laugh that exploded from her chest like a gunshot.

her laughter drew on for many long, moments until her chest started to ache and she forced her sprint to slow into a trot. she hadn’t realized how far she’d gone until paws danced into liquid. she stilled for a moment, confusion filling formerly blank features and then a wall of scent hit her square in the face. she, quite apparently, was very close to another wolf. very, very close. she turned her head in what she hoped was the appropriate direction. ”oh! i’m very sorry sir, i didn’t mean to - um,” she lifted one paw and wrinkled her nose after taking a tentative sniff. ”oh - um, interrupt your meal?” she settled her foot back down, giving a little bit of a disgusted grimace, into the blood.

she took another sniff and practically gagged. ”tor almighty, what on earth are you eating? smells like hell.”

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