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“My heart beats for my children and for my mate and longs for those of my blood who have passed. I have found joy in these lands and sadness as well. What of you, Samhain and you, Paisley? Tell me of yourselves and what you know of Molodian. It is refreshing to hear what the newest of us think for your views are not yet tainted by memories or rumors.”
Natu, Samhain, Paisley. They are three wolves in one place. Three wolves, and yet one body of thought. One conversation. They relish each other’s touch, company. They live for the way each other breathe, feel each other’s warmth as their own. Intertwined as they are, she is at last at peace with all of her choices to come, glad to experience even these fleeting moments of togetherness. She is a neophyte in the temple of communing with the outside world.
“I have no children, no mate, no blood who still calls to me. My heart beats for the hunt, for the horizons I have not seen. I find joy in water, in sunny noons. I find sadness in the fear of the unknown and the way of life I cannot attempt in order to make myself a part.” She answers after she is asked, glad to have someone to speak idle nothings to - to be asked of her mind on something so broad in topic as Moladion.
“I find it strangely like listening to two voices at once. The voice aloud and the voice in whisper, but both speaking two very different things.” Her face scrunches, looking to Samhain for a better explanation if there was one to be had. “I have not seen nor heard of a place where I might fit beyond obscurity unless I sup at the tables of strangers to gain friends for my home… an occupation I cannot take...” And she trembles, as if accidentally punctuating the thought.
the little lass of nowhere
female | 4 years | 23 inches | 46 pounds | no mate | no imprint
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