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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any
    #2

    -Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-

    The smell of him permeates the air. Circinae’s smart little nose gets wind of him first, then her ears and eyes follow until she’s peering up the steady hillock which buffets the outside world from their own. Rising, the happily swollen wolf stretches quickly and then trots off into the grim dark with the flick of her brown rattail. In this shape she’s built for speed, it shows in the tight curve of her ribs and length of her spine, in the small plume of her tail and the knobby stilts she calls legs. Were it not for the heavier-set jaw and the distinct coat color, you might even be tempted to mistake her for a coyote.

    For a minute, she likes the thought. Her golden kin were notorious for being primarily matriarchal; a situation she could appreciate in her current position with Jah and Canaan. Instead she just shakes her head with the airy notion and laughs the muse away. Being wolf was always better. Up the rocky path and through sparse croppings of deciduous trees the shadowy girl closes the distance between them as quick as can be managed. To her surprise, Gryffen is uncharacteristically patient.

    It worries her. Crevan had gladly jumped into the fray of Sylva while she herself had remained to await Gryffen’s walk-through but when the deal had been signed and closed, her son hadn’t returned to her side or Hyaline. “Gryffen.” She calls out to him when only a few feet make the difference between them. Her pace slows, each step working to change her appearance so that, when she stops, she’s equine and familiar again. “King once more, and happy for it I see. Don’t screw it up this time, maybe?” She chortles pleasantly enough while the overdraft of night air clears her emerald face of navy hair.

    “Crevan …?” She begins, settling into a comfortable, hip-splayed stance. The new addition to her girth is undeniable now that only a few days remain for it to show, but the vivacity she’s become so well-known for still can’t be dimmed by the hour of the day.

    Circinae



    Messages In This Thread
    B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Gryffen - 09-20-2017, 08:26 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Circinae - 09-21-2017, 03:06 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Amet - 09-22-2017, 08:34 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Gryffen - 09-28-2017, 02:49 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Circinae - 09-28-2017, 04:11 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Amet - 09-30-2017, 06:03 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Gryffen - 10-10-2017, 07:50 PM
    RE: B A D W O L F || Wolf Pack/Amet/Any - by Circinae - 10-11-2017, 09:06 PM



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