You can't just walk in here-
Deluge
You're not feeling so well...
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
6
NachoMumma
How long had it been since she had opened the shutters on the treehouse?
How long had it been since she had swum in the ocean?
Her fur was brittle, and her skin was dusty, the glow barely present from neglect. She had always been a slim wolf, but now, if anyone got close enough they would notice ribs poking through her fur. But who would notice? Her mother was the only one that came to visit... Well, her mother and Sakana now.
His monkey had tried to air the treehouse out and she had slammed the blinds down behind the primate, hoping to trap any lingering scent of Dread inside the treehouse. Her mother had taken the children out to play and she had sent the healer and his companion out soon after. The still sat where he had left it, she had retreated to a corner and curled up on herself. Maybe if she just took a nap, he'd be back, her children would be back and everything would be ok...
She had barely begun to doze when there was a knock at the door, her brows pulled down but she didn't dare open her eyes, not as the scent of herbs blew in on the breeze, nor was Wenna called her name. She hunched her shoulders, curled in closer on herself and shuffled to place her back more firmly to the door. She barely grumbled a growl, words beyond her.
“Speech”
You're not feeling so well...
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
6
NachoMumma
Her eyes scrunched tighter as Morwenna moved about the room. If she just pretended she wasn't there, eventually she'd get the message and leave too, right? Wrong. The scent of fire chased away what lingered of Dread's scent in the room and while it ripped her heart away with it's sudden absence... perhaps that had been just what she needed. Maybe she should have let the monkey open the blinds.
That certainly didn't mean she was eager to leave... but a swim would be nice. With any luck she'd get pulled into a rip and drown out at sea, that would be a nice way to go, wouldn't it? She didn't think of the children currently with her mother, of all she had yet to achieve... She turned her attention inward, it was still there, a little spark of herself. She could do it, get over this injury. He had always been a Fatalis, what did she expect?
Wenna was right. She stunk and itched and needed to get to the ocean at a minimum. Pushing up onto her feet, she strode out the door and down the stairs before shaking her body, a scowl set on her face at the dust and fur motes that glittered in the air around her. “Urgh,” She was never going to let herself go this far again. “Surprised yer came in with this reek rollin' off me...” stale milk and musty puppy smell mingled with something damp, like a rancid algae bloom.
Once they got to the beach, she wouldn't go far from shore, just deep enough so when she laid down, (since when had her limbs been so shaky?), the water would comfortably cover her shoulders.
She just had to make it down there first.
“Speech”