ever heard of closing the goddamn door {iskra}
10-09-2017, 09:54 PM
There was a voice behind her, soft and feminine. Being upwind of whoever it was, the behemoth was left in the dark otherwise. Immense form would twist, thick neck craning over her shoulder to capture the intruder within amethyst gaze. Now, there was a shock. Cosmic pelt trapped fire within its fibres, and swirling patterns traced up her delicate limbs. Now, there was no doubt as to who this was. Before Mithras had disappeared, she had met that little scamp a few times. Not that the child was likely to remember that. With great effort, tired limbs would lift her bulk from the snow. Pivoting to face the young girl, she smiled impishly. She hadn't been present for much of the girl's life, and neither had anyone else. "You should not curse others." Rough vocals would chide with no hint of humour. The common tongue was still not her speciality, and it seemed as though it might never be. "Do you know me, child?" She would question, curious. Weren't there more of these ones? Yes, two more girls. Mith had borne no sons from his mate. The name of this offspring was missing from her brain, unfortunately. |
