11-21-2018, 12:51 PM
She seemed nice, all blushy and soft and smiles. When her velvety black nose got close enough to touch, Kali snuck her nose out to brush against Umbra’s in a quiet little hello. She breathed in her scent, which was not as like family as she was expecting from the purple, new and unfamiliar and smelling of forest and fallen leaves and hibernation, not that that made sense especially but it was a cozy, comforting smell even if it was one Kali wasn’t super familiar with. Islands didn’t have much by way of fall.
Still, she breathed in the scent of falling leaves and crisp hints of cold on Umbra’s skin. Smells nice. Almost reminded her of Taiga when it used to feel safe instead of utterly terrifying, but there was a difference to the scent, not the sharp, clean, almost piney scent of Uncle Ru’s home, more like...well, she didn't really know. More like old leaves than old pine needles, really. Like she'd slept in a different kind of forest, and the islands hadn't quite washed it off her skin yet.
Maybe Kali would like to see the forest that smelled like that someday. If the world was ever safe again. But that felt like a pretty big if. She sighed and snuggled back into her Khari’s mane, breathing in the scent of home in his pretty hair. It would fade and change too the longer they stayed in this new place, but no matter how much Ischia faded from his scent, he would always smell like her home. Love you, Khari.
Still, she breathed in the scent of falling leaves and crisp hints of cold on Umbra’s skin. Smells nice. Almost reminded her of Taiga when it used to feel safe instead of utterly terrifying, but there was a difference to the scent, not the sharp, clean, almost piney scent of Uncle Ru’s home, more like...well, she didn't really know. More like old leaves than old pine needles, really. Like she'd slept in a different kind of forest, and the islands hadn't quite washed it off her skin yet.
Maybe Kali would like to see the forest that smelled like that someday. If the world was ever safe again. But that felt like a pretty big if. She sighed and snuggled back into her Khari’s mane, breathing in the scent of home in his pretty hair. It would fade and change too the longer they stayed in this new place, but no matter how much Ischia faded from his scent, he would always smell like her home. Love you, Khari.