The dreams came and went, pleasant and ferociously terrifying. Like a mass number of varying episodes, they fell upon the Vansenza girl like preying creatures. Visions of Fritz, happier ones including her mate. But more terrifying, was her former lover and sworn enemy. The faces she wished to never see, and they had her pinned down, weak and immobile. She had to watch them, happy. And she trembled softly in her sleep, why did they even matter? She had Fritz now. She loved Fritz. But was it because they threatened her in a way? And Fritz was no place holder. She hadn't agreed to be his under the circumstances of holding the place of her enemy. Fritz was her lover, her trust, her pillar of security and comfort. Nothing wrong there. And in sleep, knowing that had her cling to his taller, more muscular form. It was cold out, she had wrapped a blanket around her mate and herself, yet the soft fur did nothing to let the shivering subside. Her only salvation of warmth seemed to be Fritz. Behind them was the rhythmic clip-clop of hooves, Ukaglay silently and without protest was tied to walk behind. She had wanted to be warm, beside Fritz. She was still somewhat tired, and curious for the future. The house would be next. And then what? A quiet, unbothered future? There had to be others...
It seemed as if the day were to start, bird's were singing and Selene made out the hovery, blurry silhouettes of other canines. A fire cracked to life not too far away. Moving and sleepy shuffling accompanied the sounds, and Selene lifted her head. Her maroon eyes narrowed in sleepy confusion. Where were they? Where was the house? The directions had been all but lost, She had fallen asleep in Fritz's arms the night before, and it seemed as if he arranged accommodations. There was a few in the camp, none known well. The dreams still disturbed her, and the missing of Crimson Dreams followed. She missed Anu, which was silly as she didn't know the former leader very well. But still...That gentle motherly voice, and the kindness...It was like having a piece of your past ripped from your soul, a fragment of what was.
Still coiled closely to Fritz, black arms wrapped around her adolescent-like body. It was very cold, and when she heard a girl, not too much younger than herself speak, followed with the answering mumbles of another. Glancing at Fritz, the young woman watched tentatively as he called out to the group. There was nothing she could say, but let herself and her mate edge closer, she held up the bag of furs and small survival trinkets, proving that they held no threat. Fritz had engaged in greeting them, do why not stay?
442OMG A PIRATE PARTEH
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