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Finch II

Raiders Hollow
Hound

Advanced Healer (60)

Advanced Intellectual (110)
age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
421
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
70
player
Xarae
10-16-2024, 12:54 PM
Find Reply #12


Finch felt all four paws leave the ground again momentarily and she thought, oh. It's really over now. This was a mess that wasn't easily cleaned up. She'd seen some of her packmates herd sheep with the same predatory intensity that she now felt simmering in Calliope's gaze, and that was really what she felt like - a lost little sheep, cut from the herd by something with much sharper teeth than hers. Finch's neck burned, already bruised and sore. She knew there would be marks developing down on her skin, even if they were hidden by her fur. Physical evidence of Calliope's grip on her. The girl shivered. Why had she left Avalon this morning? What madness had called her here?

"... since you seem to be so smart." At first she flinched away from her nasty words as if struck, but then she shook her head as if waking from a dream and snapped back: "Don't curl your lip like that, it shows off an imperfect overbite. It's ugly." Clinically speaking. If she'd had hands, they would have flown up to cover her mouth in shock of what had come out of it, but luckily the horrible wailing noise pealed through the spires and distracted her. Finch's head whipped up, her eyes scanning the spires for the source of the noise. When Calliope beckoned her closer, she supposed she had no room to object. She'd wanted her little adventure and now she was up to her neck in it.

Finch stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the larger pale girl, even though the top of her back ended at Calliope's legs. She tried not to think too much about the size difference - at how just easily she could be overpowered again in an instant. The thought kept her more pliant and obedient, her snippy remark long forgotten. Around them, she heard the faint sounds of many paws digging. Finch sidled closer to the spire, walking slow circles around it. "It's old. No telling how old, and there seems to be..." She paused in her circuit of the spire, spying faint markings at the base. "Carvings?" Along with the rest of the wolves working tirelessly beneath the bleeding red sun, Finch began to dig at the base of the spire.

What she uncovered depicted a strange creature, its face frozen in a mask of protean terror. Although she'd never seen this animal before, she knew that look. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Finch's chest hollowed out and she glanced nervously up at Calliope, covered in dirt. "I don't know what to make of that."

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