pilgrim beside the fire

Eris Eternity · 04-04-2011, 11:30 AM

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Word Count → 313 :: powerplaying larkspur asleep because he is a lazy? :x i will change if wannn~

The hybrid woman sought the outskirts of Anathema's cave system, her nose twitching wildly. Though she was in her Optime form, she was bent over almost half-way, her yellow-green eyes wide and wild with fear. She had brushed off anyone who had attempted to approach her, instead keeping to her search. Wretch had not come in with Salvia and Pandemic. The hybrid's breath came in sharp inhales and shallow exhalations, as if she could not draw the right oxygen from the cave air. And it was true, she could not -- a sickening fear had risen in her, some crippling sense of loss that she could not shake, though rationality and logic told her the girl had simply fallen asleep somewhere, or she had been taken in with Sirius or someone else in the pack for the night. Even so, neither of her siblings had seen her for some time, and Eris could not shake this feeling.

She turned abruptly and half-ran toward the entrance to the family caves, the dim torchlight illuminating her path as she continued at the same speed down this hall. She entered their cave and turned into the room where she and Larkspur slept now, where they had rolled and tumbled and did all manner of things in effort to make more like Wretch, Salvia, and Pandemic. It was not entirely without pleasure, but the hybrid thought little of that now -- she only wanted him awake and up, and she only wanted Wretch here and safe again. That feeling of helplessness had risen in the sable-shaded woman, who leaned to the slumbering male and shook him gently, her hand gingerly motioning at his shoulder and then more insistently, trying to draw him from sleep. She did not know what else to do and she was certainly beyond the point of caring whether or not she appeared helpless.

hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds

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