ardent

Act like you don't care



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10-22-2014, 05:45 PM
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Night had settled. Paws pressed into the sand, the soft chattering of crabs clicking mingled with the gentle sounds of waves. The moon was full, lighting the entire secluded beach in subtle rays of gray light. Her pelt was illuminated, turning silver rather than its usual gray, her eyes did the same, silver mixed with a hint of purple. The impending invasion of the northern wolves had brought her closer to the members of her tribe. She was spending time with Shai, finding that Skah and his dick-ish behavior was common ground for them. She was steadily be friendly the Oracle, finding the woman rather fun to hang out with, especially when Skah was away. A smirk would lift her features as she thought back to the little spar they had engaged in. She had taught the woman a thing or two, and managed to get away without Skah being any wiser. But tonight, she wanted to be alone.

The chilly ocean air tugged at her pelt, the smell of salty was heavy in the air. She would stop at one of the tide pools, her gaze downcast as she peered at her reflection. A sigh rolled off her tongue. Beneath the surface, a whole other life thrived, completely unaware of the danger that was about to invade this continent. Chances were, they would never be any wiser, never be threatened. But her life was entirely different. Slender legs would fold, lowering her to the cool stand, forepaws dipping into the warm waters of the pool, sending the tiny fish scattering for covering. Sand clung to her fur as her weight sank into the soft substance. Her skull would lower to her paws, her breath causing ripples across the surface.

Her eyes would close, letting the sounds of crabs and waves lull her into a false sense of peace. Her body would relax, tension falling away as she allowed her mind to run free. Questions would form as she silently spoke to her Goddess, looking for direction, for anything, that could keep her tribe safe. It wasn't her job, nor her place, but she was part of this family, she would protect it with her dying breath if needed. Her breathing steadied, sides rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. She took this time to think, to ask, to pray.



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