bones and skin
07-06-2014, 07:43 PM
Northern lands were still a foreign concept to the brown girl, who had traversed this far only in hopes of seeing her brother. Her memories of his violent attacks against her still filled her nightmares, but her waking thoughts were all that she missed him dearly. Olympus had not even begun to fill the hole in her heart where he should have been, though it had proved to be a suitable home all the same. Still, there was no denying that she missed August, and there was only one way that June could think of to solve that problem. Of course, she wouldn't dare actually seek him out, but she might have lingered a little bit longer than necessary at Tortuga's borders before wandering past them, and heading for the unclaimed frozen expanses of the North. If she couldn't have Gus, she could have the next best thing; a place that reminded her of him. Now, perhaps the rulers of Olympus might not have been pleased about one of their subjects wandering so far, but June couldn't bring herself to worry about it. She had needed the peace, and one could always find space up here, it seemed. June breathed a contented sigh, despite the shivers wracking her frame, and slid back onto her haunches. Her tail wrapped around her paws to warm them as much as she could, before the girl let her muscles relax. Tension flowed from her frame as she breathed out, seeming more comfortable alone than she had ever been around the wolves of Olympus. "Speech." |
07-06-2014, 08:37 PM
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07-07-2014, 09:19 PM
When his scent curled under her nose, June thought at first that it was her imagination playing tricks on her. The brown girl raised her head, amber eyes scanning the horizon - and then her heart froze in her chest at the sight of August. He was half buried in the snow, his eyes drifting close even as she stared at him. "Gus," She breathed his name, soft as a whisper in the frigid air. She found herself on her paws in an instant, padding slowly and cautiously towards the male. Gus' apology filled her ears and June leaped forward, closing the remaining distance between them with a bound. She nuzzled against him, pressing her muzzle into his cold fur, wrapping her petite body around him as best she could. "It's all right, Gus." June soothed softly, pressing her nose against his ears, licking his head gently. "It's all right." The words fell from her maw easily, but she remained pressed against him, offering him as much warmth as she could. June needed him to be okay. She had been his shadow forever, and to stand without him was not something she could even comprehend. It had always been AugustandJune, never one without the other - until Alacritia. But even now they were close, and even with the memory of his attack pressing against her skull, threatening to make her flee, she remained curled against him. His wellbeing came before her own, always. "Speech." |
07-08-2014, 01:58 PM
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07-11-2014, 08:05 PM
Hurt flashed in the girl's eyes as her brother recoiled from her touch, but June forced herself to put it aside. There were bigger things than her hurt feelings at stake here. Her brother could get hypothermia any minute now - this could not be good for him. "You were sick," June whispered, fighting to keep her voice even. She had learned of the plague after fleeing him, of its side effects and of the violence it instilled upon its sufferers. "You couldn't help it, Gus." June's voice was a little louder now, a little stronger as she spoke up. June pressed forward, drawing cautiously closer to Gus, making a cautious attempt to press herself against his side once more. Should he draw back, she would take the hint, but if he was willing to stay still, June would offer him what little warmth her body could offer. "That's great, Gus." June murmured, amber gaze tracking her dear brother's form, "You deserve it all." He did - he deserved better than the anxious little shadow that June had been for all of his life. Things going well for him in Tortuga meant a lot to the girl. But it only made her more sure that she needed to help him see that it wasn't his fault. "Speech." |
07-12-2014, 01:22 PM
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