05-08-2025, 11:05 PM
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May 8th, 2025
Hour of the wolf. Slight breeze with clear view of the sky.
75°f / 23°c
Coolness laps at his fur-ends, coaxing his concious with each gentle lick that has his body rousing from it’s suspension within the azure. It calls to him much like his mother did; gently upon his face with a repeated notion, and with a wrinkled nose he attempts to thwart it, to push it away with a skinny paw and turn to shield from the offending notion— To dive deeper into the warmth he has come to know.
—But even that proves fruitless.
Forced to be met with the world around him in a confusing pattern much like his saeng-li. But he is no pup— he is grown now. A han sal in his own right. And with a cardinal gaze he looks to the light that dances above him in a fragmented haze—it’s beams broken upon the water's surface in a dazzling way that stills his movements if only for a minute.
Yet it’s when the familiar ache settles in his lungs that he breaches the surface with a fluttering chest and is stilled by the weightless moon that cloaks.
Wading silently, he waits…
—But even that proves fruitless.
Forced to be met with the world around him in a confusing pattern much like his saeng-li. But he is no pup— he is grown now. A han sal in his own right. And with a cardinal gaze he looks to the light that dances above him in a fragmented haze—it’s beams broken upon the water's surface in a dazzling way that stills his movements if only for a minute.
Yet it’s when the familiar ache settles in his lungs that he breaches the surface with a fluttering chest and is stilled by the weightless moon that cloaks.
Wading silently, he waits…
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