All around her, the world was being torn asunder. The dark of night was unrelenting and it reflected the pitch of every living thing's imminent demise.
Fable found herself bracing for impact at any given moment, as though the sky might fall at last - scattered, ragged pieces designed to crush anything or anyone unlucky enough to linger beneath them. But the fall never came, and it left her energy charged like having her fur ruffled against the grain.
Add in her mother's poor - worsening - condition and the absence of her daughters, and her mental fatigue was great. It felt insurmountable, sometimes; as though she might crumple beneath the weight of it without any warning at all.
When a howl rose to the air, she didn't hesitate to answer it with a responding call of her own. The end of days might be near, but it would be against her nature to not return a summons - if it was someone injured, she would want their final moments to be as comfortable as possible, even when she, herself, was coming apart at the seams.
Operating on auto pilot, she veered toward the stranger and stopped near them with a curious look planted across her features, her feet firmly within Avon's bounds as she afforded them space.
Her eyes skipped back to, presumably, the child's parent or guardian figure as she added,
Fable found herself bracing for impact at any given moment, as though the sky might fall at last - scattered, ragged pieces designed to crush anything or anyone unlucky enough to linger beneath them. But the fall never came, and it left her energy charged like having her fur ruffled against the grain.
Add in her mother's poor - worsening - condition and the absence of her daughters, and her mental fatigue was great. It felt insurmountable, sometimes; as though she might crumple beneath the weight of it without any warning at all.
When a howl rose to the air, she didn't hesitate to answer it with a responding call of her own. The end of days might be near, but it would be against her nature to not return a summons - if it was someone injured, she would want their final moments to be as comfortable as possible, even when she, herself, was coming apart at the seams.
Operating on auto pilot, she veered toward the stranger and stopped near them with a curious look planted across her features, her feet firmly within Avon's bounds as she afforded them space.
Hello,she greeted, a smile spanning across her muzzle in a way she hoped did not betray the fatigue tinging her.
Ye have found th' Kingdom o' Avon.Her gaze looked them over for wounds before snagging on their daughter. A pang sailed through her chest; she wondered if she would see her own children before the world went dark once and for all.
Her eyes skipped back to, presumably, the child's parent or guardian figure as she added,
Is there anything we can help ye with?
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