YOU'VE GOT TIME

A swim. It was just what she needed to harden her resolve even more than before, to set it in stone that she was ready for anything that would happen. Her father was here, in Alacritis. There was no question about it anymore, only options as to what she could do. Liste had to choose, between cowering and letting him kill her and those she cared for, or standing her ground and letting him try. Finally she had chosen the latter. She was finished running - at least from him. For sport was still completely acceptable.



Thus here she was, sprinting her way toward Ludicael's gorgeous pools, seeking relief from the sunlight that beat heavily on her ebony pelt and threatened to cause her to overheat. She came to the edge of the water and, without hesitation, flung herself into the depths. As she plunged beneath the surface she felt the relief wash over her, and flood her veins. Yes, she was ready for this. She was a whole new wolf, no longer a coward, but the brave huntress she was born to be. The waters seemed to baptize her as such in a way.



As she surfaced, she noticed a small thing nearby. One of the Sol's new children. A smile spread on Liste's maw as she swam over to investigate and found the child slipping off to sleep. She certainly was adorable - a thought that reignited the idea of whelps of her own. As much as she wanted them, she had two doubts. First that Angeal would never go for it, and second that she was in far too much danger to bring children into the world. It couldn't hurt to postpone it, but she couldn't help but feel the longing, especially in the season of her heat.



She shook herself, releasing the thought from her mind and also managing to shower the pup before her with water that was released from her fur. Oh well, she'd be caught staring now.