She had taken her part in aiding her family during the terrible plagued lands. The mocha cloaked tempest settled her mismatched gaze upon the Ludicaelian lands once more before she would turn, coal muzzle remembering each scent, should she come back again. Next time, she would not barge in, but there needed to be help. No such things drove her blood apart, and no such thing as a ruined Destruction existed. Her body moved fluidly through the failing light, as her stilts began to churn up the little loose dirt there was. Her steps soon would falter, as she slowed. Her crown would turn toward the direction she had come from, from sheltering within Ludicaelian lands in secret for the last few days, and it was time for her to leave - but to leave home? Leaving this paradise and her family seemed to be very much wrong, and the allure of having a family again seemed irresistible.
She buckled into her own words, eyes closing as she gave a sweet song to the failing skies, which were parting ways for the moon to rise up to the midnight sea. Inky lips parted to release the song, and her head throwing back. "I'm ready, to come home..." Mismatched gaze swept over the lands, seeking out any motion of life, apart from fleeing birds and hushed hares. Her coal muzzle would inhale scents of wolf, but none too recent. Since the plague, not many wolves had been too brave to leave the Ludicaelian shelters, until they were all well again. The mocha cloaked female had to agree, for the safety of all was most important, rather than borders and territory. Family was most important to the Destruction lineage, and it would continue.
"Speech"
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