The Darkest Touch

*Naamah* · 05-03-2017, 11:10 PM

It was freeing to race her way across the shimmering shores of Auster's northern beach, her legs reached and withdrew as she ran, eating up the ground beneath her until it seemed she could fly. She leaped over logs of driftwood and small channels that divided the beach with ease and a grace that would be hard to find in another wolf. Each stride took her further down the shore until she got to the cliffs. There was no pressure to wait for the shadowy beast who should be racing along with her, he would either keep up or find himself suddenly unworthy. If a wolf couldn't race the wind, what good was he as a hunter? A strong male needed to be able to at least keep up with her.

The dark woman wasn't about to slow herself for him either, not until she reached where she was going. The roaring of falling water let her know she was close, and this only made her quicken her pace. Heading inland, she ran around the base of the cliffs that made Lazuli Falls what it was. She slowed to a trot once she reached the pools at the base of rock formations, but she wasn't quite ready to halt. Even in autumn there was green everywhere, and the bright blue of the waters churned and leveled out as they got closer to the shore. She stopped close to the water, tasting to see if it was as sweet as she remembered. She keeps an ear turned to listen for Amon as she drinks her fill, wanting to know his reactions to this place if he had kept up.

"Naamah" "Lilith" Think Scroll over for translations.

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