Soul and Onward

Nayru · 01-03-2012, 05:17 AM

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"Nayru"

Nayru knew the smell before she knew the face, but it meant very little to her. The individual stank of no particular clan or pack and when the face did appear before her it was none she recognized, even as a distant relative of some family or another. And yet, like any face that she came across, it was not unfamiliar. The face was as if Nayru might have known it, in one life or another. Perhaps it was the face of a cousin, three times removed, and thus something in the eyes was familiar. Yet Nayru, often stoic creature that she was, only sat along her borders, and allowed the strange face to speak first.

The words were most puzzling and Nayru took a moment to realize their meaning. So little did she think of her own condition the Jiryu had trouble realizing that it was the unborn pups the woman indicated. The piebald lady did not often dream of motherhood and the maternal instinct was weak within her, where there should have been concern and upset, there was only confusion. Smells like death? To Nayru with her naive ways there only smells the faint trances of wanders, winter, and now this woman, whom had quite suddenly come upon Nayru's peaceful evening.

"Excuse me?" Ruby eyes blinked at the woman, her face split in two as if someone had driven an axe right through the middle: milk chocolate and oil. The blue of her eyes spoke of an innocence that newborn children had, before their eyes changed into adult colors, still unexposed to anything too harsh or unyielding in life. Yet the woman surely was mature, for her figure rivaled that of Nayru's, which seemed perpetually childlike in its smallness. If not for her overwhelming pregnancy the lady might have been a child. And like a child she peered up at the woman, a year or so younger than herself, and wished to know the meaning of the woman's strange prophecy.

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