howling for you / open, visiting

[aine.]

[align=center]

I'll come back when you call me

An abrupt shape shifting incident led to the petite vixen's unfortunate balance.  Wobbling legs.  Shifting feathers.  Only stubbornness brought the fae beyond the jungle.  Though the sun was merciless across the sand, it was open and Aine could walk without tripping over a stray vine or root.

Her walk progressed to a hesitant trot, hazel hues fixated on a beetle scurrying past her.  Trailing it as she would before, albeit with frequent stumbling and several near-falls, soft giggles abundant.

A mucky scent threw her off her pursuit, hooves skidding in the sand.  Tanglewood?  Again?  Why can't they leave us alone?  A voice.  Peace.  Peaceful?  No, no.  Could be lying.  A trick.  Peaceful? The golden tigress once came 'peacefully', baring 'gifts'.  Gifts including the same scent the panther carried.  She could still hear the fire crackling around her, spitting flames and smoke.

The winged deer-fox could feel her chest constrict.  An invisible boa wounding tight around her lungs.  Her ears flattened even as she slowly began to approach, eyes flickering.  "..."  No.  He wasn't a child like Trygve, like herself.  He wasn't doing anything more than sitting either but...

She kept her distance.  Several fox-lengths.  Even that felt too close.  "..."  Her teeth caught the inside of her cheek, biting softly.

"... Wh-why?"  Go away, go away please.  "... Plea-please leave." Go away.  Even if he truly meant no harm, which he could still, the last friendly visitor had been meant with immediate hostility by her clanmates.  Which meant Tanglewood would have reason to come back in full force again.  Why can't they just leave us be?  "..."

"'m-'m sorry but.  But no one.  N-no one wants you 'ere."

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —