GRiMOiRE
female . 37 inches . 120 pounds . loner
"Dance, my little puppets,
set your soul free.
Dance, my little puppets,
dance just for me."
- verse iii, sandy nobody
Change in alphas was knowledge Grimoire was always aware of; it was essential to her life as a loner. Who had the most influence was important information to understand. It gave her goals. Wolves to investigate and test. Asteraia, however, had been a place Grimoire shunned previously. The open space, the way thoughts never reached a corner of them, was far too… entrapping. The onyx and crimson female was prone to mazes of thoughts. Imagine if a maze was endless; she’d go insane - well, more so - lost among the complexity of abstract thought.
All of this was because Asteraia made her feel small, like a speck in its vastness. It was also why she daren't move in case she drew the attention of all that vastness. Snow layered over her head and back while she watched the unchanging landing scape for Wraith. He moved like an apparition though the tall grass. Snow disappeared through him, an effect created by his white fur. Grimoire found motion in her legs only when his lifeless eyes shifted to the meat she carried. His words were held in her ears like precious stones. Gingerly, she inched forward. His calm made her bones ache. Her eyes felt heavier as she neared.
Finally, she sedulously released the leg at his paws and her head came up, her nose inches from his. The endless, bland landscape combined his effortless, life-eating aura nearly convinced Grimoire she’d been transported to a realm of ghosts. She felt as if they were being watched by the haunts. The grass shook with a passing wind; it sounded like paw steps. Her pearly eyes met his clouded ones,
”Yes. It’s gained you… and by extension, me.”
She shifted her weight forward, and set her nose lightly against his. Her breath was sucked out of her in a relieved, agonized sigh. Mental clarity painfully forced itself like a fangs into her brain. Grimoire closed her eyes. Everything healed. Her distress at loosing him settled, her mental trauma from lack of enemies vanished, and her zealous for hunting tingled in her paws. An untainted bliss touched her lips. Her eyes opened.
”Why did you come here?”