7/25/2025, 5:50 PM
Skill:
'Cyrus. Cyrus of Elysium. A pack not far from here.' But, how odd. He smelled alone. Citlali did not question anything, simply acknowledging his words with a hum. She settled her chin against her soft, pale paws, sightless eyes following the haze of gray, foggy light of the overcast sky.
The rain was loud, thrumming against the earthen ground, filling the air with the deep musk of petrichor. Yet, for once, Citlali was not rooted by immobility, stuck in the downpour.
The small wolf coiled her tail over her eyes, shielding them from the glow of the burrow's entrance. When he spoke, only her ears moved, twisting at the base to heed his words with her visage still covered by whisps of silken fur.
The rain was loud, thrumming against the earthen ground, filling the air with the deep musk of petrichor. Yet, for once, Citlali was not rooted by immobility, stuck in the downpour.
The small wolf coiled her tail over her eyes, shielding them from the glow of the burrow's entrance. When he spoke, only her ears moved, twisting at the base to heed his words with her visage still covered by whisps of silken fur.
...I have been here for many weeks, now,Citlali responded, partially an observation—somehow, she was still here.
As for where I am headed... I do not know.Her soft voice was muffled by the heap of silvery locks that fell over her front.
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All events involving Citlali occur on a strictly organic basis unless discussed OOC and mutually agreed upon.
All events involving Citlali occur on a strictly organic basis unless discussed OOC and mutually agreed upon.