Clair de lune

*Gilgamesh* · 12-09-2021, 07:51 AM

A gentle flap of wings was silent to the world below as the darkened barn owl soared above. Once the sickness had dissipated as if it had never been a thing, Gilgamesh's world had turned upside down. His eyes were opened to how lonely his existence was. How could he carry on being so alone? The barn owl had been his first step toward a new beginning. Finding the poor thing injured on one leg, Gil had secretly nursed it back to health. No one could know of his soft side. No one.

So they wandered, exploring the lands he called home and headed south where the spring weather decided to stay chillier than the north. Lost in thought, his eyes were drawn upward when his owl let out a quiet hoot to alert him someone was nearby. Pausing, Gil lifted his head slightly as his ears turned to listen. A giggle and a strong scent of strawberries draw him toward the maple grove not far ahead.

With light footing, Gil moves closer to the berry bushes and peers through, ensuring he doesn't get poked by any thorns. What he sees draws a smile to his lips. A wolf covered head to toe in a mess of strawberry goo with what he could only assume were her companions helping in the fun. His insides tug in two directions. The old Gilgamesh would've wanted to terrorize, to bully, to try to scare her. The new Gilgamesh thought maybe he could make a friend.

"Quite the fun you're having," his deep baritone rumbles from the shadows as he steps from his non-discreet hiding spot. He holds himself in a leisurely stance with his tail low and ears relaxed as he listens to Erish land in a tree behind him.

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