11-15-2018, 10:04 AM
She stands stationary, a black raven surrounded by white snow and frosty tips. Her muzzle lips the surface of the floor, sifting through flakes. Her mind is numb, it has been numb since Kagerus pulled her from the field and homed her in the safe refuge of Hyaline, a place not yet home but not strange either. Her nights were no longer filled with sudden alertness and tense muscles. It had seemed like years since she felt herself wake up from a sound sleep, and last night she had finally done just that.
For a minute, she felt at ease with her surroundings.
Not here though, here she was back to full guard and attention. Deep brown eyes shift backwards at the sound of a broken twig, her wings firmly pushing into her sides as if to provide pressure to relieve her anxiety. Slowly, her head lifts to analyze the pathway behind her. Nothing but large overgrown pine trees, untouched snow, and the odd songbird.
She takes a few steps forward, her talons sinking into the frozen ground as if stepping through butter. As the sun rises, snow flakes begin to softly fall and cover her tracks as if she had never been meandering at all. Her roan coat becoming more and more white with every flake that drifts down to her back. She exhales, finding refuge beneath a large pine tree with a wide spread of branches that provide shelter.
Brine
the more people you love, the weaker you are
@[Sinner]