(419) Lupus form as always. <3 She's decked out with the stuff in her avvie.
Vesper is by me!
Life had taken a turn for the worst, but Vesper had always been adaptable. Certainly, it might have been easier to fight for her life alone, to scuffle and sneak away to lick her wounds alone, but loyalty had found its way into the former loner’s heart. She was inexplicably tied to the Waste she walked through, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to depart even if she’d wanted to. And so she worked as hard as ever, making her rounds until her paw pads were cracked and bloody, her new scars aching as she hunted, her mind catching only snatches of sleep. Battles had always been her forte, but war was a more taxing thing.
The coywolf loped tirelessly along the northern border now, staring at the foothills of the mountain. It had been a moon or more since she’d crossed it to visit her friends, but circumstances prevented her from running out there now. One of the wolves would catch her, and while she had once dreamed that her Exultare friend could come down to aid them, Ichika no Ho-en was realistically too peaceful to participate in the fire clan’s wars.
She sighed, and stiffened at a sound coming from her left. Or she thought it was a sound; the ripped-off ear couldn’t catch noises like it used to. She swiveled her head and good ear, almost shaking, but yet another cry, long and wolfish, rose into the sky like her raven.
A shiver of fear or rage would have shivered through any other Infernian’s spine, but Vesper only brightened anxiously at the call as she recognized her friend’s magnificent voice. Glancing along the border once more, making one last sweep, she leaped toward the slopes of the Halcyon range. The beads of her rosary shifted around her neck as she made for the familiar territory, her fur spiked nervously as she watched for signs of an ambush. She knew her friend was the good kind of wolf, but that didn’t mean the enemies couldn’t take advantage.
She found the great golden shape at last, panting from the effort of her sprint and sneaking closer with tentative steps. X’yrin, she breathed, her blue eyes finding the gash on her shoulder and taking in the exhaustion of her frame. What… What was wrong? What had happened? Had anything happened; had the wolves attacked Ichika too?
She decided to forgo more words as she stepped forward, nuzzling into her friend’s russet mane and whimpering softly in greeting.
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