Never Far Away
01-01-2016, 10:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2016, 10:50 PM by Tahlia.)
Walk | Talk | Think Pinned beneath the form of her captor, Tahlia wriggled. A wide, happy grin stretched candidly across her lips as she made pitiful attempts to push the large dark wolf off of her, fighting against him just for show. She was in no danger; in fact, she was right where she wanted to be. She giggled and laughed, giddy with delight, as her captor - her husband - nipped and kissed at her neck, nuzzling into the soft fur and eliciting a quick shiver that raced through her body. It did not matter that they were dead, that whatever world they lived in was only a shadow of the one they had inhabited with the living. What mattered was that his feelings for her still burned as brightly as they had before his death, and hers for him were just as strong. "You scoundrel," she playfully accused him through another chuckle as he whined and licked along her neck before making her melt into his kiss. She would have kissed him again, initiated it herself, if her own ears had not heard what it was that Bane had heard as well. Turning her head, her dark golden eyes took on a confused, worrisome look as she stared through the trees, unable to spot anything or anyone though she was certain someone had laughed. "Bane?" She whispered his name, but he only shushed her, and silent as he stepped away she rolled to her stomach and pushed to her paws. What was this? For so long, they had been alone here, with no one but each other for company and potential others staying at a distance. How was that changing now? Bane said nothing as he began to stalk forward through the trees, and Tahlia followed like a shadow at his heels. Her mind became abuzz with nervous thoughts, unsure what had created the laughter and unable to even guess why they suddenly heard it now. Was it merely another wandering soul venturing a little closer to their portion of paradise? Could darker spirits lurk here, seeking to prey on others? She had never given much thought to the afterlife, what became of wolves once they died, but now that she was among them it became suddenly important. She did not know how to begin voicing her concerns to her husband and kept them to herself as he stopped and examined something upon the snowy forest floor. Striding up beside him, she met his eyes before following his line of sight, and saw the tracks that led away toward the river. A trespasser, Tahlia mused, but as she inclined her head and caught a whiff of the scent attached to the pawprints her throat almost closed. She knew that scent. Recognized it even though it had been almost two full years since she had smelled it. A mother never forgot her children, and Tahlia knew almost at once that this belonged to her daughter. Lifting her head, she turned as if to address her husband, despite the growing lump in her throat, but Bane had already set out again, racing ahead of her. Desperate to search now too, the russet brown wolf ran after the scarred male before her, following his path and trusting his judgment to find their daughter. Is it really her? Can it be? She should have worried the same way that her husband did about the fate of their daughter, but she just wanted to lay eyes on her one more time, just one. It had been too long. Bane stopped ahead of her, and Tahlia slowed to a breathless stop just behind him, eyeing the young woman who stood on the river's edge. My little girl. Even before the golden brown form of her daughter turned to gaze at her and her husband with a look of shock that instantly morphed into overwhelming joy, she walked toward her, knowing that the figure before her was none other than her child. "Anais," she muttered, her voice wobbling as she spoke while her vision blurred with tears. Even as those tears spilled, she reached forward and wrapped her neck around her daughter's in a tight embrace, drawing her as close as she could while they cried against each other. "Oh, Anais. My darling, my sweet girl." Her words were mumbled, almost incoherent, as she held her now grown daughter and openly cried her joy, but she was far too happy to care about her typical vanities and conduct. She got to hold her little girl again. |