IN MY PAWPRINTS (JUP)
11-25-2014, 02:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2014, 02:10 PM by Jupiter I.)
She remembers this place--remembers the dark wolf on the slopes, remembers learning from her some of Kaios' misdeeds. Audits tip back as she roams her way up the mountain, quiet, contemplative. She knew that her return would not be heralded with trumpets and bugles. No creature ever liked truly being treated how they had treated another, and those of Sawtooth were no exception. Trailing her way up the rock proves therapeutic to her slight stress, the exertion of pulling her aging body up the sulfuric surface a familiar comfort. Mercury trudges beside her, struggling, though not for long; Jupiter soon lifts him onto her back, nestling him just above her shoulder blades. The tasmanian devil gives an appreciative huff. A voice calls out from above and she realizes that she has been scented, her smell sweeping upwards with the breeze. Head tilts at the lack of panic in those queries, intrigued. The woman pauses in her ascension a few yards away, looking up at the light-pelted creature. Brow raises at the dirty hue the youth has taken on from her frolicking in the waters, at the way her damp pelt clings to her small frame to give the appearance of a wet rat. "Greetings," she rumbles bemusedly, audit flicking. Celestial eyes draw over the she-wolf with mild but detached interest, calculating, pondering, searching for even an ounce of opportunistic potential in the yearling. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.