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i feel a bad moon rising - anyone - Lepis - 11-26-2018 With Pteron off to play in the shallow creek (and explicit instructions to not go farther north than the big boulder or farther south than the willow copse), I have the afternoon to myself. I had watched without complaint as my husband took to the skies, off to our all but empty home. I remain here, safe in the tall grasses, surrounded by strangers. Where is Delta now, I wonder? Had he returned to Sylva? What if he were struck by the Plague while travelling? I have not yet seen a victim of the contagion, so secluded have I been here in this refuge. How bad is it, really? Enough that my husband insists we remain here, enough that I have never considered leaving. But to not leave means to stay in this quiet little land, and boredom has long since settled in. With a sharp snort I make a decision. From my standstill I am at a sudden gallop, the wind streaming in my navy mane and between the feathers of wings I keep tucked tightly to my sides. I am not the fastest creature, not with my short stature and lack of endurance, but there is only one way to make up for that. I have been running for a few days now, and though at first the ache in my lungs and burn in my legs had been agony, I have pushed through. I had been fit once, before my pregnancy, and I will be fit again. I crest a hill and see a flash of silver that I know to be the stream, but my pace does not slow. I run and run until I can see the sea, and only then do I draw to a halt, blowing and steaming and feeling - at last - like I have done something worthwhile with my time. @[Anyone] RE: i feel a bad moon rising - anyone - Sawtooth - 12-04-2018 Blue mare - black wolf; she can’t seem to stay in horse-shape long enough to care.
The little wolf slinks through the golden grasses that have become a temporary sort of home. She adapts, preferring the cleaner plague-free meat of her kills here. Thus far, she’s avoided the plague and stays within the pampas’ boundaries, thinking of her brother and half-sister. They were her pack but the sister-wolf is missing which causes her to further worry at the knucklebone in her mouth with her teeth.
Sawtooth often worries at bones when she was deep in thought or concerned. Though often the bones of choice cane from her mother’s body but she hasn’t been to the beach in months, not since the plague hit the lands. She’s had to settle for the bones of the animals she’s hunted and they just don’t satisfy her as much as her mother’s do. Like she thought gnawing in mama’s legbone might give her secret insight.
The wolf tires of chewing on her bone and begins to fling it about then run it down. Small games to amuse herself and keep her skills sharp. Eventually she falls over in the grass, bored as the afternoon doldrums set in until a mare goes galloping by and her nose twitches at the stamp of her brother all over her. Sawtooth promptly sits up, as the horse grows smaller and smaller by the minute. Well now, this could be interesting, she thinks.
A minute more, then she lopes after the mare. She follows her easily and untaxed by a need to catch up, knowing it’ll inevitably happen as she tracks her by scent and the trail ploughed through the tall wavering grass. Then she draws up short to sniff at the sudden salty tang in the air and forgets herself, memories of a different sea rising to the forefront of her mind as she creeps past the mare to hunker down and stare at the sea.
She sits hunched over, thinking of the beach she’d been born on and then of the Tephran sea as mama-Wound had encouraged her to cross at the lowest tide so she’d have less to swim through. Sawtooth had had so much fun looking through the mudflats before the waves lapped at her feet, reminding her that the sea was ever so close to snatching her and drowning her in the deep. She’s unaware that her shape has grown sort of shimmery, that she’s shifting back to iridescent blue horse-form still hunkered down on her haunches in a sitting position like a stubborn donkey, wings tucked close to her sides.
@[Lepis] ok so she isn’t talking yet but... lol
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - anyone - Noah - 12-07-2018 that's all there is noah RE: i feel a bad moon rising - anyone - Lepis - 12-08-2018 The sharp cry startles me, and I spin to face the voice as my wings flare out without thought. An unconscious defense - making myself look larger - but I see no danger: there is only Noah and an odd blue horse. It is the blue creature that Noah looks at and so I follow her gaze, my cobwebbed brow knitting at the sight of her odd position and drooping wings. I'd not seen here there when I'd reached the beach, and I wonder if she hadn't been behind me, the wind diverting her scent and the sound of my hooves hiding those of her hooves. Or her paws? Noah says she had seen the winged girl as a wolf and my navy ears flick forward curiously. I take a curious step forward, pleased by the limberness of my still-warm muscles. "You're a shifter?" I ask her, curiosity coloring my voice. I have heard of horses with such gifts, but I have never come across one. "I'm Lepis," I add as an afterthought, wondering who this unfamiliar creature might be. It's obvious that Noah does not know her either, which only serves to further my interest. @[Sawtooth] @[Noah] RE: i feel a bad moon rising - anyone - Sawtooth - 12-19-2018 She turns at the first sound of warning that comes in the form of the pale mare’s name from the lips of an unfamiliar roan (but one that she has scented on the long grasses that wave to and fro here). Her lips lift in a mischievous smile as she realizes the unknown mare had reacted to the scent and sight of a predator - of her, in wolfskin. Laughter tugs at her lips but she only smiles as the apology comes.
If Sawtooth is pleased, she hides it well. Her skills as a wolf have improved to the point that she may end up being of some use yet to her brother. Then again, she’s content to mooch off his affection and the plague-free land for right now. Even her own blue wings flutter just a bit, as if tittering in response to the flare of the other mares’ sets of wings too.
Curious that, the three of them could have a grand old time up in the sky instead of on the stony beach. “I am,” she answers proudly. Well, not too much pride but just enough to suggest that she appreciated her other shape and it’s useful talents as much as she appreciated her iridescent blue skin and fluffy wings.
She straightens further, realizing it is her turn to give a name even though she has no clue who the roan is. Sawtooth has recognized Lepis from the way her scent had become tangled up in her brother’s, as if they’d unknowingly marked one another like territory. The girl can’t help but smile at that, as she introduces herself. “I’m Sawtooth, Wolfbane’s sister.”
@[Lepis] @[Noah] sorry for the wait loves!
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - anyone - Noah - 12-22-2018 that's all there is noah @[Lepis] @[Sawtooth] |