I AM SPINNING IN INFINITY

She sat outside of her seaside den, coiled like an anxious snake, staring out over the choppy, black waves of winter. Something had whispered to her, called her to come home once again, and she had obeyed with little questioning. Her motherly instinct, buried as it was beneath emotional turmoil, hoped that the feelings were intuition, signifying the return of her son. But his copper form, like it had been for several seasons now, was as absent from the shore as it had been previously. Adonai lingered, a spectre on the outskirts, much like she had been as a child. Lonesome, troubled, but more curiously intrigued by others rather than asocial. Ehiyeh supposed she was at fault for these things. Her affections had been rare, her parenting crooked, hidden deep beneath harvest-moon eyes and pooling blood on the snow.

But there was someone who had remained close when others had left. Her brother, Elohim, in all his emotionless strangeness, had been the one that she sought to lean against. She supposed that none of them could be too distant, not now. Even their father had, in his own way, shown support. His revelation that her accident all those years ago had been discovered by some Tavioran investigator did little to unsettle her-- the woman almost wished that it had, that something could shake her more than what had happened that winter. Her screams were no longer external, and in that way, she supposed something had improved. But was it truly better for it all to be trapped inside of her head? She seemed to swirl along with the waves themselves, and Ehiyeh found solace in the blackness of the waves.

Something else changed during the winter.

There had been a male hovering on the border of Glorall that she had met a few seasons prior, and her interest had been piqued for a moment-- she knew it now, that they had imprinted, but she felt very little towards him. He was a stranger, he was... untrustworthy. There were very few that she could trust, and all of them lived here, not in the only pack that had made an enemy of her father. It was easy to shake him from her head, push him down beneath the shadows. He could scream down there. So did everything else.

With a grimace, Ehiyeh rose to her paws, moving down the coastline and towards the border, the place where Elohim's scent often crossed. Perhaps she could catch him as he returned. For whatever reason, she felt a need to apologize for her outburst on the tundra. Guilt, she supposed, was a likely culprit-- but he had invited her in. It was blood, she thought, that allowed him to slip past her defenses so easily. The woman arrived just in time to catch his most recent scent, and followed it, twisting through the forest that shielded the coastline from the rest of Moladion. They had spoken here, long ago, and that was when it had began. In a very strange and very uncouth way, Ehiyeh felt little desire to be this close to anyone else. It was pathetically unhealthy, but it was comforting. He was... comforting.

She cleared her throat as she slipped behind him, her hips jutting out harshly from an unkempt coat. Slightly underfed, and ill groomed, Ehiyeh looked as chaotic as she felt-- her wild, piercing velvet gaze stared him down. "Elohim--" She began, suddenly unsure of what to say. In their shared language she asked, "Where... where have you been?"

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