when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none
It’s not often that Dayé allows a genuine smile to flicker across her golden-blue lips. It is something she has only ever found to have occured as the wolf and there is no denying the fierceness that flickers across her tawny face as the corners of her mouth curl into a rapacious smile. It’s a curious feeling that tightens across her lips, but the smile reaches the dark coffee of her eyes as a mischievous sparkle shimmers in their depths.
As the obsidian mare steps closer, Dayé matches her with her own slenders steps of goldenrod. Sochi’s confessions fall from the dark ebony of her lips and Dayé’s reaction is merely the wrinkle of her nose and the gentle glimmer of knowing in her irises. “The tiger does not feel guilty,” Dayé reminds her with a dignified tilt of her chin upwards, emphasizing the prowess and ability that shifters truly have. They are better than, not less than, for their other skins.
The wolf-girl can sense something is igniting within the other (something that Dayé had luckily been born with knowing - their wildness, their predatory instincts, and embracing it wholly) and it sends a delicate shiver trembling across her spine.
The air no longer is heavy with tension but ripe with excitement. Fearsome, shining fangs slip from Sochi’s dark mouth, tantalizing and sinister. Dayé steps up to meet her with no fear in her movement, closer to the tigress than she had ever been. In the blink of an eye the sharpness of a tiger gazes at her with expectancy, the bright angles and thick muscle of her stripes illuminating the darkened forest. Dayé’s mouth turns into a sly smile that remains until that smile rests upon the ivory wolf’s snout, where shaggy fur replaces the golden-blue of sleek horseflesh, and claws dig into the damp earth and the thickness of her tail lazily wags behind her; all the while the pink of her tongue flickering between the cavity of her mouth where incisors and canines gleam.
Thenher muddied chin tips to the sky and a low howl reverberates throughout the thin air of their forest. The wolf then dives into the darkness with a breathless smile, dark eyes already searching for what would become their dinner.
Dayé
@[Sochi] <3