On The Hunt {Sochi}

[sochi]

Sochi

darling, you're wild-eyed, empty, and tongue-tied
maybe you need me or maybe you don't

Sochi enjoys her guard duties better than most.

There was something enjoyable about keeping a home safe—about patrolling the borders, about keeping out intruders. It gave her a rare sense of purpose, a way to channel the excess energy that continues to pool in her chest and vibrate in her legs. It is enough enjoyment that she has a sense of humor today, tucked away beneath the show of teeth and the faint whisper of a growl in the back of her throat.

“Did you expect a parade?” there is a jest in her voice, but none of it shows in her face, steely expression remaining impassive, her muscular tail flicking ever so slightly behind her. “You won’t find one here.”

But he doesn’t pose too much of a threat, despite whatever gifts he possesses, and she takes his neutral tone as somewhat of a peace offering. Yawning, her shifts into her equine form, shaking her neck so that the matted ends of her mane falls on both sides of an arched neck. When she stills, her silver eyes flick upward, studying him. “It doesn’t matter who I am.” She angles her head to the side slightly.

“Why you are here, however, that matters quite a deal to me.”

playing the slow rooms, howling at half moons
if you are a Queen then, honey, I am a wolf

@[Zeus]