The Past Tastes Bittersweet
10-23-2014, 06:31 PM
Maija Artenie carried herself at a brisk trot toward Solstice, thinking only of Sibelle. Her sister had been given back to her home, but any scarring that had been done was what she worried about. Sibelle didn't deserve everything that had been thrown her way, but it made the woman stronger and a survivor. The closer she got to Solstice, the more proud Maija was of her sister. Arcanum was a tough place to live, and being a prisoner who survived it deserved a medal. Alongside Maija, the familiar frame of Cezar jogged on short legs and large paws. He didn't like going as fast as he was then, but he didn't complain to his mistress. Instead, he dealt with it and continued to carry on beside her long, golden legs. His beady eyes looked out for anyone unfamiliar whom wanted to strike at her, silently licking his teeth beneath pursed lips. Maija's pace began to slow and he silently felt relief. Nevertheless, he continued to remain on guard. Maija slowly stepped over the invisible border, pace remaining slightly less brisk as she walked through the unfamiliar set of trees. Even though she had visited Sibelle in the forest before, she hadn't memorized them before leaving. Her mind had been boggy due to her hormone levels because of her pregnancy. Traces of her recent birthing remained -- the smell of fresh milk, puppy kisses and Neo's slightly fading scent -- but her mind was as sharp as ever. She walked with silent footsteps, carefully stepping around the shallow streams that ran along the numerous trunks. Leaf-green eyes slowly searched the many shadows that seemed to creep out from the darkness, but she lowly growled instead and continued to listen out for anything noted from Cezar. They worked together and Maija's nose quivered as she tried to find Sibelle's scent. speech here |