I love you more in my head
but I’ll love you better when I’m dead
⬡ ⬡ ⬡
Rougaru’s cream-colored tail had long disappeared from the Mainland before Naydra opted to follow him home.
There was little for her on the Islands, but even less on the drab, endless expanse of wilderness beyond the Islands. Nothing to be gained. There was little to conquer in the place she had been born, but at least Naydra could satisfy herself in smaller ways. She could not play games with the beasts of the Mainland the same way she could toy with the poor fools of the Islands.
For a while, she considered. Somewhere out there had to be more, she knew, but she would have to wade through miles of bullshit to get there. It simply wasn’t worth it. The Islands were… good enough, and far more accessible.
So Naydra returned.
The silver witch was not immediately impressed, but then, her expectations had not been high to begin with. Her tail swished at her flanks, white-gold on dappled coal, edging upon irritation. The stench of Fall was… palpable. Naydra wrinkled her delicate nose.
Above her, the sky was dark and pregnant. A heavy wind rolled lazily around her, causing the underbrush to whisper, dislodging a few of autumn’s first leaves and sending them dancing to the earth. Behind the clouds, the sun steadily sank.
Naydra moved on.
Naydra
mare. 16hh. silver black. rougaru x visurix.
