good day
memento mori
08-28-2022, 07:11 AM
The plains held a special place in her heart, even when they did remind her of the impending doom of the Long Night’s grasp. The bony, monochromatic she-wolf gently padded through the tall grasses, feeling the warmth of the noon sun on her arthritic joints. She was but middle-aged, but her ailments and stress she’d endured for much of her life left her with the body of an older wolf. Even the faintest peppering of white on her snout was betraying her unfortunate early aging. But she remained youthful and vigorous as ever, tail wagging softly behind her as she sat down in a grassy spot and let the sun’s rays bathe her in their glow. ”Speech” ’Thought’ |
comin' up for air in the deepest of the deep ends
i thought i learned it all, but boom, the plot thickens
laeta has a european badger companion named melis. he can speak and is assumed to be with her at all times.