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So we lay in the dark, we've got nothing to say. Just the beating of hearts, like two drums in the grey.
Spring was upon them, and it brought glory to the Hidden Falls. Brilliant greens embraced the foliage around him, bird's songs filling the air and the sound of waterfalls a reminder of his home in his ears. Loretta was shedding furiously, huge clumps of white undercoat tagging the forest as she patrolled alongside her master. His own winter coat faded and fell, but it was not nearly as thick as Loretta's, and so he stayed somewhat more undetectable. Only when he rubbed his massive side against the trunk of a tree did large clumps fall, gathering to make another body on the floor of the forest. When he did scratch he made sure it was in the herdland, in an area he oft chose for bedding. He did not need his patrols to be disturbed by the idle performance. Loretta, however, had no control over where her coat fell. It was retreating from her with rage.
She stood now somewhat away from her partner, ears perked and listening for threat. She stood at an entrance to the herd, one her amber eyes had caught brief glimpses of the dappled, black brother. They were usually only fleeting sights--he was a sleuth, after all--for he was nearly and illusion. His name, Knox, had been but a memory for the pair for so long. He appeared out of the darkness, with a woman in tow, and he fulfilled his duties well. Archibald, and his companion, we're glad to have the younger brother back in their council. He had taken his crown as king of thieves once more, and ruled well. His ranks seemed to be swelling, and for that the Dauntless was proud. He did have business with the brother, hiwver, and it was now why he closed the distance between he and LORETTA to wait for him.
"Knox." He spoke quietly, his voice almost lost in the crash of the waves in the distance. "Knox." He repeated, tail flicking waking flies from his hocks. Heavy, metal-shod hooves sunk into the loamy soil beneath him, rich with life and the promise of tomorrow. Golden eyes swept the terrain, remembering the rolling knolls that used to cover this place. Where was his brother, and when would he heed his call? |
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tip of my tongue - by Archibald - 04-11-2016, 07:54 PM
RE: tip of my tongue - by Knox - 04-22-2016, 09:35 AM
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