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05-11-2020, 08:28 AM
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The yearling heard the stranger's footfalls before she saw her, and lifted her head to receive the shock of her young life. The wolves before Boreas were sorely lacking in the mutations she saw cropping up here. She'd gotten used to the strange fur colors and instances of cat claws, even Mortis' wings... but this was something else entirely. Limbs stiffened, and guard hairs rose along her back from pure surprise.
The wolf wasn't just pure white -- she actually seemed to be glowing. The young woman blinked several times, but... no, it wasn't the sunlight hitting her a certain way. The light was emanating from her. A flowing mane fell from her neck, and her tail, too, was wrapped in long white fur. The only inconsistency was the strange marking around her left eye, and her eyes, a vivid, two-toned blue that regarded her with curiosity.
It was then that Malalia realized that the being had addressed her, and she balked that she knew her name. The earth-toned girl was not particularly religious, but she wasn't an outright skeptic. She took the world as it came to her, and if there was an afterlife, she figured she'd find out eventually. So it wasn't entirely impossible that the woman before her was a sort of angel of death. Stories of the Reaper appearing to wolves as they went about their lives and escorting them to the heavens; those had made for fascinating bedtime stories.
She hadn't put any stock into the tales... but that was before she met Aurielle. And how else would the ethereal stranger know her name? Maybe she'd fallen into the river and drowned, who knew???
...But that was ridiculous, and she was staring, and staring was rude, so Malalia scrambled for words. "I -- yes -- that's me! Um... forgive mine, but you're not a ghost, are you?" The question came with a breathy laugh, an attempt at a joke, but Mal couldn't be one hundred percent certain she wasn't.
Couldn't hurt to ask.
"Speech"
The yearling heard the stranger's footfalls before she saw her, and lifted her head to receive the shock of her young life. The wolves before Boreas were sorely lacking in the mutations she saw cropping up here. She'd gotten used to the strange fur colors and instances of cat claws, even Mortis' wings... but this was something else entirely. Limbs stiffened, and guard hairs rose along her back from pure surprise.
The wolf wasn't just pure white -- she actually seemed to be glowing. The young woman blinked several times, but... no, it wasn't the sunlight hitting her a certain way. The light was emanating from her. A flowing mane fell from her neck, and her tail, too, was wrapped in long white fur. The only inconsistency was the strange marking around her left eye, and her eyes, a vivid, two-toned blue that regarded her with curiosity.
It was then that Malalia realized that the being had addressed her, and she balked that she knew her name. The earth-toned girl was not particularly religious, but she wasn't an outright skeptic. She took the world as it came to her, and if there was an afterlife, she figured she'd find out eventually. So it wasn't entirely impossible that the woman before her was a sort of angel of death. Stories of the Reaper appearing to wolves as they went about their lives and escorting them to the heavens; those had made for fascinating bedtime stories.
She hadn't put any stock into the tales... but that was before she met Aurielle. And how else would the ethereal stranger know her name? Maybe she'd fallen into the river and drowned, who knew???
...But that was ridiculous, and she was staring, and staring was rude, so Malalia scrambled for words. "I -- yes -- that's me! Um... forgive mine, but you're not a ghost, are you?" The question came with a breathy laugh, an attempt at a joke, but Mal couldn't be one hundred percent certain she wasn't.
Couldn't hurt to ask.
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