5/13/2024, 2:14 AM
Her legs nearly grew shaky from travel -- just how long had she traversed by now? Never in Asny's wildest dream's would she have imagined herself back where it all started, and certainly not after running away to abandon her previous life. Duskguard was her life for sometime -- yet like with most things in the owlet's life it never lasted. Null was the woman's purpose in a pack bustling with love and grandeur, and though Tiberius welcomed her like family, she couldn't have felt anymore useless.
In Asny's eyes, all her presence did was take up space, so it was best that she'd gone with the wind. It would probably be better that way. Yet the dragoness returned. Somewhere along the lines, her journey of self-discovery brought her wandering paws back to the lands of vivarium. Not too far astray was the north, but it had been days since the woman had actually gotten some rest (or sleep for that matter). Asny's path would have to be cut short in light of her inability to stand upright.
A soft -plap- sounded when her backside flattened the grass underneath it, and Sigurður made a loud screeching sound when he nearly caught impact with the floor. The woman turned her head to mouth a soundless 'I'm sorry', but the owl once perched on her back already flew away. Likely upset from almost being sat on, but surely he'll return later.
The sight of his fleeting form only led her to yet another, however, that lied just a couple feet away -- and from what she could see from her side, he was unmoving. Amber hued orbs slowly began to widen in shock at the lying man in the grass....was.....was he dead!?
In Asny's eyes, all her presence did was take up space, so it was best that she'd gone with the wind. It would probably be better that way. Yet the dragoness returned. Somewhere along the lines, her journey of self-discovery brought her wandering paws back to the lands of vivarium. Not too far astray was the north, but it had been days since the woman had actually gotten some rest (or sleep for that matter). Asny's path would have to be cut short in light of her inability to stand upright.
A soft -plap- sounded when her backside flattened the grass underneath it, and Sigurður made a loud screeching sound when he nearly caught impact with the floor. The woman turned her head to mouth a soundless 'I'm sorry', but the owl once perched on her back already flew away. Likely upset from almost being sat on, but surely he'll return later.
The sight of his fleeting form only led her to yet another, however, that lied just a couple feet away -- and from what she could see from her side, he was unmoving. Amber hued orbs slowly began to widen in shock at the lying man in the grass....was.....was he dead!?
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"Common" | "Icelandic"
*Asny refers to herself in the 3rd person.