5/25/2025, 7:59 PM
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Her head lay comfortably against the flume of her tail, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The call of morning doves was the first to stir, accompanied by the distant rumbles of a promising storm. Silver-blue orbs would breach from the darkness and into the morning’s depths. A yawn escaped from her lips, fighting the sleep that dared to lull her back to sleep. She had been worried about the approaching storm delaying their travel, so they would have to wait to see if they could.
She crouched forward, gently nudging the male to wake, waiting for him to stir before they would depart the cavern they had been holed in. Her heart was heavy; the feeling of leaving had been harder to bear than she had thought. Perhaps it was because she was holding out for someone that no longer existed. Warwick… A name she could recite in her memories. Saying it aloud would mean she was not over what could have been. Would she truly be over the what-ifs?
Years ago, these woodlands were where he had found her… where she had first seen the amber hues set in russet browns. She turned to look at Riptide, and then she recounted the others who were now a part of her family. Francis… she had left him too long and knew he worried.
Moving toward the orchard, she would see a flash of shadows making their way through the treelines. A large behemoth of a man was stalking the forest, heading in the same direction they were. She could almost feel the wrath that radiated through his body. She would look to Riptide, and before he could talk her out of it, she was already making her way to the tormented soul.
Her breath hitched, watching a familiar male stomp against the unexpected apples. She frowned visibly, reassuring Riptide that she knew what she was doing. She continued, only a few strides now separated the rampaging demon and the woman who was stupid enough to face him head-on.
“Jaxxon?” She called out to him, “Jaxxon is that you?” Funny how they would meet under the same circumstances once again, “What happened?” She expressed her concern, moving until she was now only a paw length away, “It’s okay to be angry, just don’t take it out on the fruit.” She smiled, hoping a little comedy might bring him back out of his rage. She then tilted her head, “Do you remember me?”
Currently being guarded by Riptide; allowed in any threads