i'm laying down, eating snow. my fur is hot, my tongue is cold.Mikhail's anxiety had done nothing but multiply in intensity the past few days. Evren hadn't given birth yet, and he was worried. Was it normal to wait this long? Having grown up among men, he had never experienced this before. Such was his disadvantage, and he worried it may do him in. He had been absent when his mother gave birth to Ruger; his father had insisted on training that day, and forbade him from visiting until after they were done - and by then, so was she.
He knew that hanging around the Desert would do nothing but give him grief; it was in his best interest to get out for a little while. He liked to think he had become more independent these last few months. Evren had taught him much about living on his own, and he was thankful for it. His anxious mind wrapped around the thought of her, concern causing his heart to beat faster. He picked up his pace from a quick walk to a vigorous trot, hoping to burn off the adrenaline that pumped through him and clear his mind. The weather was unusually brisk for early spring, his breath coming out in great clouds as he pushed his body further. It had snowed only the day before, and the cold air seemed to settle deeper in his bones than it ever had before. Living on Salem had accustomed him to warmer weather, it seemed.
He had run no father than a couple of miles when the sound of hooves against frozen earth filled his ears, and from a distance, a shape filled his vision. It was nothing more than a blurry grey figure that flitted and danced along the horizon. It reminded him, briefly, of Katla - but he knew it wasn't her. Slowing his pace, Mikhail nickered out a greeting, hoping to draw the other's attention from their play.
((ooc: pls excuse this horrendous post i just wanted to finally get something up x.x next one will be better, i promise <3))
on a bed of spiderweb, i think of how to change myself.
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