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Posted on April 24, 2015 at 00:30:05 AM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
It is a shame that I must be patient. Every moment here is one I could spend elsewhere. Still, I wait. I will not leave. I have come with a purpose and I will stay until such a purpose is fulfilled. I can feel my frustration grow however, even as I hear her call back from somewhere in the tundra of snow. Quietly, I cannot help but growl to myself - her intentions are clear enough. Come to her? I sneer at the thought. Is she upset? Does she want to see me maimed for some intrusion? However, it takes me only several moments to realize just how alone I am out here. It takes me several moments, too, to cross the border between here and there, floating through their leader's trail like a mere ghost.
It does not take long for my hesitation to depart. Soon enough, I am moving across the plains with a particular self assurance - there is but silence here, an endless motionless. Even if they did come for me, it is a flat territory and to the east lies Taviora's borders, a thick forestry that will easily ensure my safety. It is of no concern who sees me as I follow her trail - she is nearby, and it does not take me long to find her sprawled out on the ground, resting it seems.
I pause several feet away from her - in front, this time - as I merely observe for some time. She appears only slightly different though it is her scent that distinctly betrays her. Her fur is thicker, smoother even, and her abdomen seems thicker even in her downed position. I cannot help but notice these things for they are what I have come to seek. I watch her through narrowed eyes for some minutes before I finally step forward once more, bridging the space between us until I am almost close enough to reach out to her.
"Your scent. It is different. Tell me why you think that is."
I want to hear it from her. I want to hear just what she feels and knows about herself. After all, I am working off mere speculation, calling back memories of a time in Taviora when others around me had become swollen during the winter and spring months. Idly, I reach my muzzle out, breathing in her scent once more and tasting it in the back of my throat; familiar and yet not. At least soon I will know for certain.
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- if only you knew - By renai April 25, 2015 at 06:27:37 AM