07-28-2018, 12:15 PM
The bond flutters in her grasp, fleeting with its minute movements as it strums with every step Malkyn takes away. The hellhound's turquoise gaze rises quickly from where she had been grooming her paws, sweeping across the tight little nook that they've taken to calling home to pinpoint the direction her wife is headed. When she's satisfied with the information she has, she gets up on all fours and quickly exists the nest, wings stretching outwards until her muscles are straining.
Life is simple in Tanglewood. She doesn't have to interact with a lot of people, and she has no responsibilities outside of her and Malkyn, just the way she likes it. Nothing is being expected of her, and there's nobody breathing down her neck - it's a nice place to hide out, she admits, a nice place to exist without having to worry about its repercussions.
Warmth surges softly through the bond as she begins to pick her way across the swamp by scampering onto the nearest mangrove and picking her way through the canopy. Even through tighter crevices, she squeezes her way across small gaps, using the bond as a lead towards her wife - it's impossible for her to get lost when the bond reaches across the vast distance to bring her home, to bring her to Malkyn.
When she reaches the group, she knows her wife can see what she sees, sharp eyes honing in on the two Ascendants at the border. Partners, by the look of it. Platonic? No, romantic - they are romantic partners, just like Malkyn and her. Lips pursed, she picks her way down from the mangrove before spreading her wings on the way down, softening her landing until her impact caused nothing more than a ripple across the swamp-waters. Bond tight within her grasp, Talia makes her approach to stand beside the other hellhound, gaze never leaving the strangers; a hint of curiosity continues to burn deep in the base of her throat.
Talia doesn't speak, waits instead for everybody else to finish - they're all talking, she doesn't want to pile on top of it. She instead waits her turn, tugging gently, subtly at the bond between her and Malkyn before continuing with her light, reassuring touches.
Life is simple in Tanglewood. She doesn't have to interact with a lot of people, and she has no responsibilities outside of her and Malkyn, just the way she likes it. Nothing is being expected of her, and there's nobody breathing down her neck - it's a nice place to hide out, she admits, a nice place to exist without having to worry about its repercussions.
Warmth surges softly through the bond as she begins to pick her way across the swamp by scampering onto the nearest mangrove and picking her way through the canopy. Even through tighter crevices, she squeezes her way across small gaps, using the bond as a lead towards her wife - it's impossible for her to get lost when the bond reaches across the vast distance to bring her home, to bring her to Malkyn.
When she reaches the group, she knows her wife can see what she sees, sharp eyes honing in on the two Ascendants at the border. Partners, by the look of it. Platonic? No, romantic - they are romantic partners, just like Malkyn and her. Lips pursed, she picks her way down from the mangrove before spreading her wings on the way down, softening her landing until her impact caused nothing more than a ripple across the swamp-waters. Bond tight within her grasp, Talia makes her approach to stand beside the other hellhound, gaze never leaving the strangers; a hint of curiosity continues to burn deep in the base of her throat.
Talia doesn't speak, waits instead for everybody else to finish - they're all talking, she doesn't want to pile on top of it. She instead waits her turn, tugging gently, subtly at the bond between her and Malkyn before continuing with her light, reassuring touches.