| | Notes: anemone x sabriel two
all alone just the beat inside my soul
where my dreams are made of gold
The lights of the day were fading fast, she had come back, her brothers with her, though, while they explored the rest of the lands of Moladion, she wanted to go home. As her lithe body moved, agile and graceful, the scent of Daenerys grew. Had she won Spirane back!? A thrill shot through her, from the tips of her ears to her toes, to her tail, tingle like sensations danced across her body. She hadn’t been back here since she was a pup, a few months old at best when everything had crashed and burned, Mom had moved them, at least her and her brothers. Aur, well, Jubilee didn’t know where her older sister had gone off too. When they all left, it was because mom had taken off in the middle of the night. No one knew why, but she and her brothers had chased her for months, and it had been so long, and they still never found her. Jubilee had convinced her brothers to go back with her, to try and start over, hoping that mom would come back in time. She was a near look-a like to her mother, she was a pure white, darker shading then her mother, but instead, her eyes were both the vibrant pink shade that her one of her mother’s eye had been.
The night had fallen, cloaking her white body in a dark blanket, covering her more than securely in the feeling of being safe. She made her way through the trees that surrounded the homeland. She paused, her lithe legs pressed into the soft earth as she stood there, vibrant pink eyes looking out at the land that seemed to be brimmed with life, and she felt this tug at her heart, and she took a deep breath, stepping back over the boundaries of Spirane, and she felt the feeling of home sink into her soul. She made her way through the rest of the trees, stepping into the open area that led to the rest of the land. She stopped, breathing in deeply as she stood there, taking in the sights and sounds that flooded her as she watched the world go by. She was smaller than she would be when she was an adult, she was still just two, not old enough to do anything in her life, but she wanted to get herself situated into a pack again, she missed that security.
She didn’t want to call out, knowing it would draw attention to herself, but instead let out a small bark, not enough to draw too many eyes, but one that might draw the eyes that she seeked. Daenerys. She wanted to be welcomed back into the pack. Maybe she’d even take after her mother, but she wasn’t trained enough, or at all. She had the same drive her mother did, that caring, warm soul, and she wanted to put it to use. If she was welcome that is. So she waited for someone.