10-25-2017, 01:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2017, 12:37 PM by kota.
Edit Reason: it was just sitting there, wasting away
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She steals away in the dead of night to find solace next to an old friend – to hear the familiar whisper of trickling water over stone, or the rain creeping down the forest’s falling canopy. She follows her heart, the smell of damp moss; feeling the earth soften with pine needles and moisture laden leaf litter as she pads across it like a cat in the moonlight. Her body is mostly a clean bone-white, glassy eyes of blazing blue, like the sky on a cloudless winter’s day. Serrated swaths of black painted oddly over her hide, speckling in some spots and blotching like spilled ink in others. She accented in pink where her fur is thin enough to show her rosy skin (though in this late season no pink but her nose shows).
Her first child has drained her. A love she’s never felt and all that jazz, but it’s been hell. Not because her wild-eyed daughter is clingy, but because she is so relentlessly curious and unhindered by fear. It was exhausting to keep the child from killing herself for the first few months of her life, and a few times she came close and had to be healed with every ounce of magic she could muster. Now she’s taken to trying to heal herself, which backfires and makes it worse usually. Corva, the daughter, she is only eight or nine months into her life and already she wants to just go. To wander, climb, jump, run, swim – all of it. Kota would much rather her daughter at least grows a bit before throwing herself to the wolves…
Kota’s father, back in Hyaline, has agreed to keep her from death’s door while her mother is away – hopefully the old coot can manage to do so for at least a few hours. This gives her time to run through a sea of dead grasses, under a grinning moon she is only a streak of white in an open meadow. She runs for a spell, making her way back into the forest and toward the River – a place of her childhood. She remembers many a month here, in and out, following her father all around. He mare finds her favorite spot beside a burbling bend in the flowing path of mountain-water. Moss and leaves make a soft bed on the bank, big roots curl all around to braid a barrier encasing a small flattened area perfect for lawling around beside the river.
First she walks into the shallow rapids ankle deep to drink in the sweet, freezing fresh water. She takes mouthful after mouthful, closing her eyes in delight. She becomes lost in it for a moment before snapping her head up to crane over the dip of her back. Water dribbles from her rosy lips, her ears flicking upright; she heard a stick snap and leaves rustling.
“Hello?”
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
opening this up to everyone for everyone.
pretend the setting is spring ;P