Baby's Crying and the Daylight's Gone

*Pyralis* · (This post was last modified: 03-13-2017, 09:15 PM by Pyralis.)

These times we've seen
How we built these odes to our God

Pyre's claws clicked against the ice as she moved, sniffing lightly at the trees and admiring the surreal view. Was this what it was like to view the world as a bird? To look straight down into the depths of the world from the lofts of the sky? Truly, in that moment she wished she had wings. But that would never happen, not til the end of days at least and so she would content herself with this icy illusion of flight.

Pyralis froze. She drew her breath low and slow, body freezing as she caught the scent of another wolf in the area. Her golden eyes narrowed as she turned her head to see a young, unusually marked female traversing the same terrain. The woman seemed quite entranced in the territory and Pyralis would slowly turn her attention back to the tree she was standing in front of… or at least make it seem that way. Every so often she would glance at the girl, taking in her form.

Pyralis was still debating just what to do with the young woman when she spoke. It was a lackluster greeting to say the least. Pyre turned her head languidly, her tail falling in line with her spine. "Oh, hello dear. What are you doing all the way out here?" Pyre decided to play it easy for now until she gleaned more information.

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