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[OPEN] wolf at the door

Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#5
Something in you is yearning,
for where all the wild things went,
Muffled and mumbled words drifted across the wind to her fluted (albeit sleepy) ears. They hung low but twitched as the sound reached them. Her eyes remained closed for a few moments as she tried to pick out the words from her drowsy brain. Nothing seemed to quite stick out until she heard the word “Arah.” Immediately, her head jerked up. Heavy antlered horns feeling weightless as her eyes scanned her location and where she imagined the sound was coming from. She was a bit away, but realized that it had to be Toulouse’s voice. Immediately, she nosed her compass for a few seconds to ground herself before stretching her legs quickly and taking off in a brisk canter toward the fellow Sleuth.

She wasn’t the first one there, however. There was a child, with strange butterfly wings. However, Aelfwine paid no attention to her and the uniqueness she harnessed before her attention swung to those gathered. Maude had arrived early and with it, some sort of strange amount of calm. Her ears flickered briefly in uncertainty until she heard Tilney’s voice before she closed in on pinpointing her friend’s location. She broke through the trees right as Tilney’s stomp and order was uttered to little Maude. Immediately, she found her spot alongside her brother with a nod to Toulouse. “Brother, it’ll be okay. Toulouse is a good friend, I’m sure he has his reasons.” She began, ears seeking out Maude’s. “Go fetch your father’s lantern, love.” Her voice was sweet as it reached out for her before her gaze landed once more on Tilney.

You can hold onto me if we must leave right now.” She added in quietly, a whisper to her caramel brother. She knew that the trek would be long and hard, traveling in the middle of Frostfall. Tilney wouldn’t rest until his beloved Arah was found – and she knew that she loved her brother and niece far too much to avoid missing out on helping in any way she could. “What can I do, Tilney?” Her voice was stronger this time, an honest and curious question as she waited for what he thought might be the best way to approach this situation.

"Talk."
a daisy in the cracks —
amidst a world made of cement.
aelfwine
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Messages In This Thread
wolf at the door - by Toulouse - 11-22-2016, 12:09 AM
RE: wolf at the door - by Laume - 11-22-2016, 01:37 AM
RE: wolf at the door - by Maude - 11-22-2016, 10:30 AM
RE: wolf at the door - by Tilney - 11-23-2016, 06:09 PM
RE: wolf at the door - by Aelfwine - 11-24-2016, 01:52 AM
RE: wolf at the door - by Maude - 11-28-2016, 10:37 AM
RE: wolf at the door - by Tembovu - 12-02-2016, 01:12 AM

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