sometimes I feel like weeping, awake and when I’m sleeping
The river winds through the forest, welcoming stray flora that comes its way. It is part of this place, integral to life, yet also a thing unto itself. The river is always flowing, taking its willing passengers onward to the great ocean beyond. At the edges it tempts the rich soil to join the cool waters just as much as the humble leaf litter that lies on top.
The nature in these Southern land does not care for sentimentality, it does not give to a person who cannot take for themselves. It hides its bounty below bark and soil, its secrets not for the casual observer or the frivolous visitor. It cares not that you are sentient, it will welcome your nutrients to the soil as well as any other creature of Gods. It is for you to find your place in the food chain, in the ecosystem.
Year of experience had thought the cinnamon mistress that in this world it is either hunt of be hunted and she was going to win these survival games in which the one that adapts the quickest wins. It was one of these days that she would be found hunting for small prey for the devilchops that she took a moment to halt at the spot, not too long ago, she had met and saved her brother, Seker.
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Warning: this is a mature themed character. She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!
