Coming Back Down To Earth

*Cyanide* · 04-28-2023, 03:23 AM

There’s something exhausting about wandering. It reminds Cy that the exhaustion is all she’s ever known. It’s bone deep, but farther than that. It’s soul deep. There is a tired in her that can’t be processed, not processed right at least. Something that lives in her. Something that will live in her for as long as she lives and breathes. Cyanide has understood the exhaustion of wandering far longer than she’s understood anything else. The only things that have ever made sense– the bitterness in her chest and the exhaustion in her bones. They’re the only things she’s ever felt worthy of.

There are layers to her exhaustion now. She puts the thought of motherhood out of her mind, for now. Thinking of her pups… admittedly, the wraith wasn’t. They were fine. She can free herself of that responsibility for now. Under the guise of hunting for a snack, or something, she’d slipped away from the den. There are bitter thoughts in her head, and Cyanide doesn’t want to poison those she cares for. She does that far too often. Far, far too often for comfort. Sighing to herself, the creature slips out into the night.

A cool breeze rips through Cyanide as she steps out into the Basin. It’s a nice feeling, bracing. Enough to remind her that she’s alive. There’s air in her lungs and a pulse in her chest. Her thin coat fluffed up as best she can against it, but it’s not enough. She knows it’s not enough. Still, the wraith refuses to turn back. Nothing could drive her back, not yet at least. Finally able to be out and on her own within it, she won’t go back to bed.

From somewhere off to her left, she hears it. The cheerful crackling and popping of a fire. It draws her in like a moth to flame, and she doesn’t make any secret that she’s coming. Cyanide knew better than to sneak up on someone at night, like this. She’s not sneaking, no. Bold as brass, she steps out towards it. “Room for one more?” Not like her to be friendly, but she’s not too proud to admit she’d like the warmth. “It got cold fucking fast.” Her remark on the weather, or whatever. Cy was trying to be friendly, even if she wasn’t great at it.

As she neared, a man came into view beside the fire. The light catches on his markings, and her gaze settles on him from her distance. He wouldn’t be so different to her, at least, if she’d been interesting looking. She keeps her distance, waiting for him to speak, waiting to know if she needs to high tail it in another direction. Hovering, hoping.

WC: 455
Total: 841/1500

cyanide
he said to be cool
but i'm already coolest

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Coming Back Down To Earth

Cy Intellect Seasonal

Cyanide