you are a craving I can never satisfy
The sun trickles through carelessly placed naked twigs coated in a soft white frost. Morning dawns on her like it does the rest of Taiga, though it’s been awhile since she felt woken by it’s early morning calm.
She has, after all, hidden far away.
The threat of magic, the loss of innocence, the surrender to the uncontrollable—it had sent her spiralling into a madness that had swallowed her whole. Spit her out, and left her with nothing.
Not even the scent of Kalil lingered on these trees.
Home isn’t home.
Her golden coat reflects the few beams that warm her side, small ribs poking through but nothing in comparison to what she used to be—pre-Kalil, pre-Lilliana. Her mane falls in matts once detangled from rain and humidity, her tail ratted with branches and leaves. Though her body has filled, her stout build strong and sturdy replicating a similar build to her mother with soft hints of a stranger whom she never met (and never wishes to). And she lingers momentarily, as if to wonder if Taiga is still home.
So she waits, for a stranger or a familiar face. Someone to bring her into the forest, and show her that Taiga is still Taiga.
Ruthless
