08-01-2022, 12:13 AM
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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: white;"]ASTERI - DID YOU GET ENOUGH LOVE?
ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
In all her six years of life, only two times had the she wolf ever experience this amount of anguish. When her mother had died, and when her beloved Coy was found dead on the beach. This made the third, and this time, it was a crushing feeling. Anguish and loss weighed heavily on her chest, in her lungs, gripped her heart and tightened her throat. It refused her want to cry in the comfort of her own home, urged her out into the cold of the territory. A breeze whipped the fur of her cheeks around, and she walked on thin, twig-like legs.
The lantern she hung from a rope on her neck lit the way to the cliffs, down the slopes to the beach itself, and stopped at a section where no longboats were, no wooden docking or housing to be seen. Shaking, her legs gave in and she sat down, a soft, gasping sob leaving her. Shifting her front wrist a certain way released a dagger, sharp, yet gentle looking, with a bony maroon hilt. They had given this dagger to her, years ago. She still remembered that golden dragon, clear as day. Clear as the day she had met them.
Shuffling the dagger before her, she turned her gaze to the sky, the stars, the moon. The sky was as clear as the night that they had consoled her, and suddenly the vision clouded with unshed tears. Did they forget about her? Did they despise her for joining this group? Closing her eyes, the wolf lowered her head and sighed, letting the tears silently fall onto the sands.
The lantern she hung from a rope on her neck lit the way to the cliffs, down the slopes to the beach itself, and stopped at a section where no longboats were, no wooden docking or housing to be seen. Shaking, her legs gave in and she sat down, a soft, gasping sob leaving her. Shifting her front wrist a certain way released a dagger, sharp, yet gentle looking, with a bony maroon hilt. They had given this dagger to her, years ago. She still remembered that golden dragon, clear as day. Clear as the day she had met them.
Shuffling the dagger before her, she turned her gaze to the sky, the stars, the moon. The sky was as clear as the night that they had consoled her, and suddenly the vision clouded with unshed tears. Did they forget about her? Did they despise her for joining this group? Closing her eyes, the wolf lowered her head and sighed, letting the tears silently fall onto the sands.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗
