12-04-2020, 09:37 PM
give my all just to watch you fall
It is early morning when she slips away from Ischia.
She swims across the channel as a tiger, drags her waterlogged self from the shore, and shakes off all traces that remain of her tropical home. The children are with their father, the poor bastard. There is a moment where she turns her snout back towards the island. Her striped sides flutter quickly, still trying to recover breath after her first workout since giving birth. She chuffs happily in the general direction of where she imagines her little family is rising with the day – or soon to be. She imagines Nekane biting her sleepy brother awake and his squeal of indignation; she imagines Halcyon chiding them far more gently than she would. She leaves a part of herself back there on the warm, sunny shores of home even as she turns to leave it.
Home.
The weight of the word settles like a stone in her stomach. The significance is not lost on her that she considers it such these days, that her mind has finally come to align with her heart. It is not an easy transition for her – not by a long stretch – but it is what it is, for now.
The tigress pads through the various landscapes on her solitary trek. Summer makes the branches heavy with leaves above and the undergrowth thick and thorny below. She pays no mind to the brambles and burrs that cling to her coat; she’s never been a stickler for being well-groomed, after all. She rather admires the slightly-deranged, out-of-the-wild look it gives her when she’s so recently been civilized.
Ever since her pregnancy, Titanya has craved company in a way she never had before. This is not the first time she has sought out the common lands. Not even a slow-moving rabbit draws more than a long blink from the predator before she moves off again, single-minded in her intent. The low rumble of the distant river is her homing beacon and it draws her in like a lure. She’s been here before, once, in her first lifetime. But as she pushes through the last of the trees, feels the tickle of the bark in her whiskers, she realizes she has forgotten the exact might of the roaring waterway.
It is impressive. Here, the current is much stronger than where she had waded before. Rapture, she remembers the name of the girl she’d met then, her eyes unconsciously searching for the blue and white mare. It had been a rather dark point in her first existence, that day in the water. Now, she is a different woman – literally. Like before, though, she finds solace in the cool push of water on her belly as she swims into it. She’ll get out and find company, eventually. For now, she floats on the current, lets it take her downstream. Her eyes close against the sun in pure bliss.
She swims across the channel as a tiger, drags her waterlogged self from the shore, and shakes off all traces that remain of her tropical home. The children are with their father, the poor bastard. There is a moment where she turns her snout back towards the island. Her striped sides flutter quickly, still trying to recover breath after her first workout since giving birth. She chuffs happily in the general direction of where she imagines her little family is rising with the day – or soon to be. She imagines Nekane biting her sleepy brother awake and his squeal of indignation; she imagines Halcyon chiding them far more gently than she would. She leaves a part of herself back there on the warm, sunny shores of home even as she turns to leave it.
Home.
The weight of the word settles like a stone in her stomach. The significance is not lost on her that she considers it such these days, that her mind has finally come to align with her heart. It is not an easy transition for her – not by a long stretch – but it is what it is, for now.
The tigress pads through the various landscapes on her solitary trek. Summer makes the branches heavy with leaves above and the undergrowth thick and thorny below. She pays no mind to the brambles and burrs that cling to her coat; she’s never been a stickler for being well-groomed, after all. She rather admires the slightly-deranged, out-of-the-wild look it gives her when she’s so recently been civilized.
Ever since her pregnancy, Titanya has craved company in a way she never had before. This is not the first time she has sought out the common lands. Not even a slow-moving rabbit draws more than a long blink from the predator before she moves off again, single-minded in her intent. The low rumble of the distant river is her homing beacon and it draws her in like a lure. She’s been here before, once, in her first lifetime. But as she pushes through the last of the trees, feels the tickle of the bark in her whiskers, she realizes she has forgotten the exact might of the roaring waterway.
It is impressive. Here, the current is much stronger than where she had waded before. Rapture, she remembers the name of the girl she’d met then, her eyes unconsciously searching for the blue and white mare. It had been a rather dark point in her first existence, that day in the water. Now, she is a different woman – literally. Like before, though, she finds solace in the cool push of water on her belly as she swims into it. She’ll get out and find company, eventually. For now, she floats on the current, lets it take her downstream. Her eyes close against the sun in pure bliss.
Titanya
@[Nashua]