Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn
06-05-2014, 08:02 PM
The woman hadn't return to the island since Taurig had returned. She have ventured to the mainland shortly after and had gotten so caught up in her own life that she hadn't had time to return. But there was a pause in her day and so the russet beauty would venture towards the shoreline, leaving behind Covari for the moment. She would steel herself before plunging into the frigid waters. Winter was an awful time to cross the ocean to travel to the island, but she wanted to see her brother, Maija and all her nieces and nephews. Legs churned the water until toes brushed against the sand. The woman would pull herself from the waters, russet pelt dripping, even as she shook the excess water from her bodice. A shiver ran down her spine as the woman dragged herself up the shore, sand clinging to her wet paws. Verdant gaze scanned the beach, distant roars of anger catching her attention. Brows would furrow, and worry would fill her chest. The woman would pick up a trot, tattered audits swiveling in every direction, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. But before she needed to, a familiar golden form slide from the tree line. Immediately the russet temptress would rush towards her sister in law, a smile pulling at pale lips. "Maija! Is everything ok? I heard an awful noise." Tail would wag as she closed the distance between herself and the woman. At first she didn't notice the rage and pain that were etched in golden features, it wasn't until she stood about a foot from the woman that she would notice. Immediately concern filled her russet features, eyes searching the woman's body for any signs of harm, but there was none. Crown would tip to the side, ears falling loosely against her skull. What had happened? "Maija?" The woman's name fell quietly from pale lips, pleading with the woman to tell her what was wrong. "Talk" "You" Think |
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