4/26/2025, 5:12 AM
blood taints the air sharp as pine sap. her nostrils flare. her eyes catch on the shape of him—hulking, wounded, wrong. not wrong in the way prey is, or cowardice, but in the way a storm is wrong when it comes too early and too hard. a star burning too bright too fast.
she says nothing, as she walks closer, fluttering through the trees like a shadow bonded to him. gold eyes burn under her brow, silent as shadow. she could vanish again just as easy—but she doesn’t. curiosity keeps her here. her steps slow, head tipping.
she tails him just enough to keep him in sight, to watch the beast limp through the snow like it owed him something. grumbling to himself, probably.
she says nothing, as she walks closer, fluttering through the trees like a shadow bonded to him. gold eyes burn under her brow, silent as shadow. she could vanish again just as easy—but she doesn’t. curiosity keeps her here. her steps slow, head tipping.
she tails him just enough to keep him in sight, to watch the beast limp through the snow like it owed him something. grumbling to himself, probably.