Not in Name, But in Heart
Naiche
10-14-2021, 11:19 PM
It was as if fog took wolven form. It was as if part of the fog itself took on the shape of the wolf and as he stood next to Satira the fog took on more precise details then fur until it was Naiche standing before Satira. There were many times the golden wolf had felt jealousy both the children weren’t his. There had been no denying the bloodlines on either one of them though. Naiche felt more peace in death than he ever had in life. The goals and necessary responsibilities felt in the living world had been removed from his shoulders. In this land, he was free of any burdens except perhaps for the remaining diluted emotions he felt towards his family. He didn’t feel the overwhelming heartache but the sense of their loss weighed a bit on his soul. “Satira,” A simple name to start the conversation, to perhaps help bring some reality to it, or however much a world in her dreams could have? Naiche had no clue how things were supposed to work here or what allowed him to visit, only that she was here and he was here. “So many times I wish you had been mine,” Naiche stretched his neck out a bit, a lick to her ear, the touch of it as real as it would feel in the living world. How could it not be real here as well? "Naiche"
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