1/16/2025, 10:41 PM
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A brunette who had once been a daughter to these lands had now been estranged. She had envisioned that this would have all been a dream once she had awoken from the depths of her slumber. Mauve knew better than to give her faith in false hope. The deer had been scarce in this region when they were once abundant. The predators that they had trusted turned on them, Mauve only wished she could have explained. Apologized for leaving them to defend themselves, she did not know that Elkshire would fall into ruins after she had left.
The woods that once were so full of life had run silent in the morning rays, laughter that once rang out had now only echoed in her mind. She had wished her memories were demolished when she remembered who her human side was. The woman was settled in the meadow, watching the snowfall. It fell along the ends of her fur, dusting her softly with a coat of white against her dark fur.
She pulled her maw to the heavens, wondering how many had gone to live with the High Elk. Something moved in the corner of her eye, turning downward to watch a lengthy creature move through the snow. A stout. She had befriended one in the past, saving it from the talons of a hawk.
A faint smile drew to her maw, it was good to see some life in this place besides herself and the companions that accompanied her. Particles of snow would fly as the stout had left, any remnants of them gone besides the disturbance of where he had stood. She looked closer to the mound, the light hitting the tips of something golden. She tilted her head, the movement of the snow had intrigued her to step closer.
Twitching of limbs commenced, beneath the mound the stoat had once occupied laid a young man decorated like the morning sun itself. There was no denying he had a beauty to him, reminding her of the golden hour of the sun's final goodbye. She leaned her maw forward, before pausing. She didn’t think she should disturb his slumber, his breath was peaceful enough to know he was not hurting.
She settled against the snow, a few paces away so as to not make it awkward. Laying her stomach against the cool ground, perking her ears in various directions. She couldn’t just leave him so vulnerable in his sleeping state.
Currently being guarded by Riptide; allowed in any threads