in a little green boat

*Orica* · (This post was last modified: 01-04-2017, 08:34 PM by Orica.)

~*~

Their conversation drifted on as the storm froze and frothed up above. One wouldn't have guessed it from the easy manner in which the two strangers talked; like they hadn't a care in the world. Like they were safe and sound and at peace for the night. Orica felt so, at least. The months of travel were clinging to every muscle, slowly but surely dragging her down into sleep. But she managed a lazy wink when the male mentioned sweet talk. The idea of her ever poisoning someone was laughable. But sweet talking someone? That could be arranged. Well... maybe when she woke up. Priorities and all.

As she finished speaking, the male was kind enough to wish her all she wanted. He was laying out too - stretched almost as a twin to her - though so much larger. He had lovely eyes, Orica thought to herself, as she drifted further into the first shallows of sleep. Rubiconds of experience and life and thought. Yet so different. She couldn't remember ever meeting a wolf with such red eyes... unless it was the line of her cousins - just pups as she remembered them. But in an adult wolf - no. They could be rather terrifying, she didn't doubt. But even as the thought came she yawned and snuggled her muzzle deeper into her white forepaws. Her frame rose and fell with deep, relaxed breaths. Sleep was calling. "Thank you," she murmured, voice thick with surrender. "And you - I wish you all the freedom you desire. ...One traveler to another."

The last words slipped from her maw, slightly muffled against the stone floor, as her ears tilted forward and she finally gave over. Her face softened and lightened under the spell of sleep, til one could almost forget the silver hairs and see the boystrous, troublesome little slip of a pup she'd been so many seasons ago. Her big brush of a tail swept round to serve as a blanket, brushing against the male's fur, tip twitching like a fox's. And the icy winds whistled through jagged chunks of metal. As if enraged it's mighty roar was being treated as little more than a lullaby.

~*~

(felt like doing some art of them X3 )

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me