admonition and celebration

Vesper · 03-16-2012, 02:14 PM

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Word Count → 450 :: Dated whenever you'd like! Also, Ves is like DURRRR?

The journey was taking longer than Vesper had thought. Her coyote-trotting gait was consistent, though, if not fast, and she would make good time. However, thoughts bounced around her skull with each lope, and she found herself fretting and becoming skittish at every noise in the undergrowth of the foothills. More than she feared for herself most of the time, she feared for those she cared about, and she was helpless when it came to most of her friends. It made her feel useless, knowing that Ichika no Ho-en was a good four hours’ walk from Inferni, knowing that she could not be at their side to defend them if something went wrong.

Her mind flickered from Kiara’s smiling face to X’yrin’s lovely and chiseled features to a pair of mismatched eyes that had not flickered through her memory for some weeks yet. She nearly stopped, her heart hammering in her chest as she began the ascent up the mountainside.

No—fix this first, fix this before you have a heart attack, you moron. She growled and broke out into a run, her slender scarred legs eating up the ground. Her frustration at herself and at the arctic female drove her onward as she navigated the often treacherous slopes of Halcyon. Rock and bush made way for snow, and she allowed herself to slow as the mingled smell of Kiara and rabbit graced her nose. She paused, panting heavily as she looked over her shoulder toward home, and slowed to a walk the final hundred yards.

“Kiara!” Vesper snapped—or tried to snap, when she saw her white-furred friend settled contentedly in the snow. Instead, her voice came out as some garbled yap that was barely recognizable. Saliva dripped from her lolling tongue, and she gave her angular head a quick shake as she came forward. “Kiara, I tracked you from Inferni! What were you think—?”

Her very badly thought-out scolding ended abruptly as she saw the heavy stomach underneath the female’s well-built and lean frame. The core of her own body began to ache and twist and throb as the accompanying smell of milk and pregnancy wafted toward her, but for a moment she was able to put aside her own subconscious terrors to recognize what this meant.

“You’re—you’re—” the tawny female tried to say, and she gave up and went flying forward, snow exploding around her as she bounded like a puppy toward the arctic wolf and pushed her head with ferocious affection against hers. “When did this—who is the—well, damn, Kiara!” She laughed once, loudly, stepping back to just stare at the friend she realized she hadn’t seen in quite some time.

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