beautiful creatures

*Motif* · 07-09-2020, 05:28 PM

Motif flushed a little at the question. She knew she wasn’t being subtle, but she couldn’t seem to shake herself from it. From the memory of helplessness, of her once vast expanse of trust, shattered. The wolf before her sounded concerned, gentle, and Motif swallowed, and then nodded once.

”I-it wasn’t you, i’m sorry” she explained. The stranger had taken a seat, clearly trying to show themself as not a threat. So long as she didn’t come any closer, perhaps it would be okay. Motif could handle this. She was a warrior of Abaven now, she had begun to learn to fight. When she was kidnapped, she had been a child, with no fighting experience. Things would be different now, they had to be.

The stranger introduced herself, and Motif granted her another shaky smile. “I’m Motif, m-my raven is called Winter. She’s around somewhere, too” she glanced briefly at the sky, searching for the white form of the raven that had once been her mother's companion. The little blue feather behind her ear bobbed with the motion.

"Motif"

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