5/1/2025, 10:01 AM
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The wolf family was going on a trip, and horrifyingly, Bragi was included.
A part of her had suspected for a while that she'd have to leave the island for the first time one day, just like she had to leave the den, as her body got older and the others grew restless. She ignored it for as long as she possibly could. She stayed put while her litter siblings strayed, she remained demure and mindful and unassuming while they became bold and boisterous for adventure. Maybe they'd leave her behind, she prayed. Maybe they'd forget she was even there.
Her first steps onto the unfamiliar strand were with trembling legs and the look of death in her smoldering amber eyes.
The light returned to them only when Tyr stopped to address the convoy, her gaze drawn by the immediate rush of movement from Sverke and his sidelong glance toward his golden counterpart as he disappeared amongst the trees. She found herself stealing a glance toward Astrid, remembering their prior altercation, and resolving to be a good, responsible adult about it and keep an eye on them rather than do what she really wanted for the next half an hour which was fall deeply and inextricably into a cavernous pit of despair within herself at the sobering realization that she was going to a rager hosted by a bunch of sentient dogs.
She took a deep breath in through her nose and let it whistle out from between clenched teeth as her attention skipped sporadically over the assembled wolves. There was one, a girl — presumably unrelated to her? Half-sibling or otherwise — quietly clinging to the edges, who'd nocked an arrow of jealousy and loosed it straight and true into Bragi's heart with how serene and utterly unbothered she seemed. She entertained, only briefly, the idea of going to settle nearby, but Bragi knew her only in passing and the thought of trying to strike up small talk with a stranger was a fate she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.
Instead her eyes found Cupid, equally quiet, equally serene, and — most importantly — familiar. She inched closer on soft and cautious paws, her body coiled like a spring one stray, solitary breath away from snapping, and sat beside him; not quite touching, but close enough.
A part of her had suspected for a while that she'd have to leave the island for the first time one day, just like she had to leave the den, as her body got older and the others grew restless. She ignored it for as long as she possibly could. She stayed put while her litter siblings strayed, she remained demure and mindful and unassuming while they became bold and boisterous for adventure. Maybe they'd leave her behind, she prayed. Maybe they'd forget she was even there.
Her first steps onto the unfamiliar strand were with trembling legs and the look of death in her smoldering amber eyes.
The light returned to them only when Tyr stopped to address the convoy, her gaze drawn by the immediate rush of movement from Sverke and his sidelong glance toward his golden counterpart as he disappeared amongst the trees. She found herself stealing a glance toward Astrid, remembering their prior altercation, and resolving to be a good, responsible adult about it and keep an eye on them rather than do what she really wanted for the next half an hour which was fall deeply and inextricably into a cavernous pit of despair within herself at the sobering realization that she was going to a rager hosted by a bunch of sentient dogs.
She took a deep breath in through her nose and let it whistle out from between clenched teeth as her attention skipped sporadically over the assembled wolves. There was one, a girl — presumably unrelated to her? Half-sibling or otherwise — quietly clinging to the edges, who'd nocked an arrow of jealousy and loosed it straight and true into Bragi's heart with how serene and utterly unbothered she seemed. She entertained, only briefly, the idea of going to settle nearby, but Bragi knew her only in passing and the thought of trying to strike up small talk with a stranger was a fate she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.
Instead her eyes found Cupid, equally quiet, equally serene, and — most importantly — familiar. She inched closer on soft and cautious paws, her body coiled like a spring one stray, solitary breath away from snapping, and sat beside him; not quite touching, but close enough.
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Has a voice in her head constantly telling her she's worthless.