1/18/2025, 9:56 PM
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The brunette curled herself in a ball, her tail covering the tear-stained muzzle as she tried to keep her composure. The last thing she needed was for Riptide to be concerned and think she had been hurt. The silence of her tears continued, falling in the tufts of her tail. She had not realized coming here would bring on an onslaught of emotions. Mauve had thought Elkshire would prosper; she had hoped to be greeted with familiar faces. Instead, the world around her was filled with foreign smells.
She had been too consumed in her grief to realize that she had a visitor in her midst. The whisper of a child had completely been missed the first time. Words echoed more sharply off the cavern walls, her ears swiveled on top of her head. Head emerging from behind the plume of her tail, blinking the remnants of her emotions away. An expression of worry overcame her, he had expressed her to be his mother. Had she looked like her? Was he alone?
A plump form would waddle its way toward her, she would accept the child. He had no intentions of harm, had he? No, his words would be a form of comfort. Her paw pushed herself back, elongating her form so he had room to share her warmth. It was a cold winter… how long had he been by himself?
Delythena had remembered being pregnant before her death, the only soul to know was Marcelyne… Mauve’s motherly instincts instantly kicked in, having remembered that this had happened before. Maeve… she had disappeared as quickly as she came. Waiting for the child to situate himself, she would curl around him, “You must be cold.” She expressed, “You're safe now, we can look for your mother once you’ve warmed up.” If there was no mother… Mauve would take the child as her own.
Currently being guarded by Riptide; allowed in any threads