The glorious art of staining souls
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For Deuce/Vannah-face <3 How're you hun?


push it inThe sun had set long ago, the lazy orb had finally fallen below the horizon, taking with it the light of the day and a great deal of the limited warmth as well. There was a gap in the thick black clouds that hung low in the sky, filled with icy rain, through this gap a half moon shone, the light would not have been bright enough for a human to see by, but wolves had excellent night vision and so they were unaffected by the light being weak and dim as it was, it was more than light enough to see by. The handful of stars that were visible added their milky light to the sky as well and helped to illuminate the land beneath. The green grass ruffled in waves as the freezing zephyrs blew across them, disturbing both the thin blades of grass and the few wilting leaves that were clinging to the nearby trees. A few of these leaves were caught up in the swirling winds that billowed across the lands, dancing together in the moonlight.

push it inSoran was very glad that her winter coat grew in fairly quickly when the time of year rolled around, as she was not cold as she walked through the lands, even at this dark hour. Her long fur fluffed up around her body, keeping a layer of warmth in as she strode across the lands, her long legs moving her quickly across the flat plains of grass that she walked on now, her mane was tied up to stop the chilled breeze whipping the hair up around her face and it getting in her eyes, something which annoyed her greatly, so her wavy curls had been tightly restrained to a thick braid that fell down her back securly tied with a string of thin brown leather. The lady wasn't wandering aimlessly like she often had when she was exploring, no not this time, she had listened to Naniko's directions carefully and knew exactly where she was going, she was going to see her in her new pack. Her former lover, the beautiful pale fae with her bi-coloured eyes and delicious scent, the fae who caused Soran's heart to skip irractically whenever she thought of her. She had been longing to see the alabaster lady ever since she had heard from her almost-daughter that she was alive and well and living not too far away and finally she had mustered the courage to come and see her, to travel across the lands, following Naniko's directions, to see her white girl once again, hoping that she could forgive her for leaving so suddenly once again.

push it inThe jade eyed fae was slightly nervous, she knew this by the way her fingers kept reaching up to the silver pentagram that hung at her throat above the other flint-and-beads necklace, her fingertips brushed against the cool silver as she walked, twisting the circular object over in her hand as she walked, something she did when she was nervous or when she was thinking about the pale lady that had given it to her, and at the moment she was doing both. Her heart ached as she neared the lands, now able to catch the scent of a pack in her nostrils as she walked, she longed beyond all hope that her pale lady would forgive her for leaving without as much as a goodbye, she hoped that she still wanted her around. Slowly her rapid gait slowed to a more relaxed one, butterflies flitting around in the ebony lady's stomach as she neared what she knew to be the borders, her fingers twirling the pentagram around even more quickly now. Eventually the fae stopped at the borders, raising her head nervously, letting out a soft howl, a melodious call for a singular fae, her lady. And then she stood there, her hands restless, now lacing and unlacing her fingers, feeling like a teenage girl waiting for her first love.


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