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Location: Sunflower Sunsets Date: July 4 (backdated) Time: Evening Words: 368 |
For someone(s?) not a part of Salsola! Doesn't have to be Inferni, either. X3
The sable-shade woman had taken the horse today. It was not Larkspur's sturdy mount, but the buckskin horse was a docile thing nonetheless. She was still limber enough to climb the horse's back, and she had chosen her Optime form to give birth to these children as it would facilitate her own life, for the moment. The sable hybrid, of course, put her immediate comfort in the upcoming weeks before post-natal comforts. Certainly, after the children were born, she would desire nothing more than her four-legged form -- in all likelihood, however, exhaustion would prevent her from shifting. This was in the future, however, and immediate gratification was far more important to Eris.
The horse shifted and moved beneath her awkwardly; and Eris shifted, too, a grunt of annoyance echoing from her muzzle. The sable-hued woman was not terribly fond of horses, but she desired the ability to leave quickly today if she found it necessary to do so. She would tread close to the coyote pack, making a slow loop about their borders in the hopes of finding a face she knew. The coal hybrid's motivation was anything but kindly for her neighbors, however; instead, some twisted part of her wished an Infernian, a Lykoi no less, would stumble across her here. She would brag and boast of her new children, and how strong Pandemic and Salvia had grown. Maybe her mother would hear.
This thought put a smile on the coal hybrid's face, and she exhaled a sigh faint with longing. The territory here was familiar to her -- she had explored Drifter Bay and the rest of the territories surrounding Inferni extensively, desiring to spend as little time as possible within the coyote clan during her membership there. The yellowed patch ahead was one she knew well, and the cawing of crows grew louder as she drew nearer. Suddenly, they burst from the patch of sunflowers, a thick cloud of night-black birds taking wing at once. They scattered, alighting on boulders and twisted shrubs with hunched shoulders. Their faces and beady black eyes glowered at the sable woman as she passed, irritated with the interruption of their lunch.
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