Mud Slide and Army Knives
03-27-2019, 05:40 PM
The sound of another voice caught her attention in a heartbeat, causing her head to turn on a dime in the direction of the source. It was strange she had not heard someone approaching them, borderline alarming, but what really caught the frog in her throat was the sight of him. The male at the edge of the mud, was licked in markings that mimicked that of fire, and immediately she knew where he came from. Home. Her jaw cracked open as her golden gaze widened at the mere sight of someone so... familiar... yet a completely stranger all the same. Meeko clearly noticed her sudden change in behavior, because his head turned back and forth between the two, looking increasingly confused. "What? You know him or something?" His sassy tone did not register in her ears however, as her paws began to slowly move forward in his direction. One step.... two... but then she stopped. She shut her gaping mouth and swallowed hard, so that she may finally speak.
"Um... hi." Damn it, she thought to herself, still as awkward as ever. Her voice was wavering and uncertain, not quite sure she could believe what she was seeing. In all her time spent in these new lands, in all the wolves she met, none even came close to resembling those from home. But this guy certainly did. Still caked in mud, she paid little mind to Meeko as she began to slowly trot closer, her golden gaze never leaving the burning markings that littered his frame. Could it be? Is it possible? The odds that she was the only one to survive always seemed impossible, but as months went on and she found no other survivors, well... she could only assume she was the last. When she neared only a few yards away, she slowed to a gentle walk and tried her voice again. "W-who are you?"
Her family ran the tavern in the southern kingdom, she knew every drunk, party-hopping, rambunctious wolf in the whole damn town. But she never saw this male before, or at least, she can't remember if she did or not. But he had to be from her homeland, right? What were the odds that some other wolf, from some other family, from some other part of the world would have developed such characteristic markings like those? Unnaturally bright reds, oranges, yellows, they were all the clear signs of a southern wolf. Blues, purples, whites, they were all signs of a northern wolf. A mix? Well damn only the royals were said to have those markings. She let out a shaky breath she had not known she was holding, just as water began to fill the brims of her eyes."I can't believe you're here. I can't believe I'm not the only one to have survived."
"Aggie" "Meeko"
Her family ran the tavern in the southern kingdom, she knew every drunk, party-hopping, rambunctious wolf in the whole damn town. But she never saw this male before, or at least, she can't remember if she did or not. But he had to be from her homeland, right? What were the odds that some other wolf, from some other family, from some other part of the world would have developed such characteristic markings like those? Unnaturally bright reds, oranges, yellows, they were all the clear signs of a southern wolf. Blues, purples, whites, they were all signs of a northern wolf. A mix? Well damn only the royals were said to have those markings. She let out a shaky breath she had not known she was holding, just as water began to fill the brims of her eyes.
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