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 When they slide into the cavern the warmth envelopes them – her bones seem to melt under her hot skin, the sweat sticks her mane to her neck and her lungs let the rush of air roll into them with elation. It is something she hasn’t felt since the darkness began – since she first saw a living being contorted into the devilish dead with hungry hollow eyes. Those images fade away and she leans into his copper fur with her silver shoulder. Her eyes pull away from the stony ground and raise to tip upward at him, “Do you know what’s happening yet?” She wondered what his questioning eyes were after exactly…she wasn’t willing to fish them out, he must ask. She smiles honestly at him, reveling in the moment with handsome company and safety. Relief webs through her body and blankets her mind – even as the snows rage on outside the cave, the masses are warm on the inside; very warm. Bodies rub against bodies and breath clashes with breath, it is crowded in here…footsteps and voices are louder than the falls crashing against the rocks. Her eyes drift from her companion for a moment, searching the room for a corner that is not occupied. They cannot stand by the opening forever – they’ll get trampled for sure. She grabs at his black strands with her patchy pink lips. “Come with me…” She tugs and skitters away, dipping through the crowds with her lithe painted body. She is fuzzy with her winter fur, but it is matted down and clumped from dried sweat (and mud). Her feathered ankles are cakes with sticks and wet mud as her feet clack against the stone surface. She leads him to the other side of the falls where a spot of sun glows against the jagged wall. Water curls at the edges of smoothed rock, she lets her muzzle down to suck in the cold water, it feels replenishing and soothing while it settles in her gut. She lifts her head and lets the liquid drip away from her whiskered lips, looking up at him. “You must be thirsty…it’s hotter than a thousand suns in this damned hole.” She half grins and chuckles at her own crafty humor, bending down again to have another go at the cool, tumbled waters. CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
@[Slaiter] sorry for the wait hun!
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