11-28-2021, 01:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2022, 02:57 PM by Amaranth. Edited 2 times in total.)
She'd traveled through the rest of the evening with a mouth full of feathers and a crown of golden fur acting as a nest for a raven fledgling. But not just any fledgling. Her fledgling. Sylvie. Her mind was racing, an uncharacteristic bounce in her step as her lanky golden frame maneuvered through the sunrise toward her home. The soft kiss of morning pinks and oranges permeated through the dispersing morning mist. The gentle fingers of sunlight cut through the chill of the evening, casting a gentle and radiant glow over the gentle water as the pair approached the Respite.
Amaranth maneuvered the familiar lands with relative ease, and despite the jovial way in which she moved, there was the occasional hiccup as her exhausted body betrayed her. But it did not take her long to encroach the edges of the dens, familiar scents wafting all around her as she made her way toward the soft-lit opening of her own room. Led by her nose, a deep inhale told her that Valeska wasn't home ... curious. Perhaps out hunting — Valeska was quite adamant about providing snacks, especially when her anxiety got the best of her. Perhaps it was a nervous tick, much like Amaranth's collecting.
Amaranth berthed the mouth of the den, moving toward the messy corner of the cavern where a conglomeration of items lay askew. Organized in their chaos. Her golden crown lowered like a gentle elevator, mouth dropping the feathers in a pile of similarly structured ebony fluffs. And with a plop, Sylvie would slide into the pile, blending easily into the camouflage provided to her. "This is where we live. Your home, Sylvie," Amaranth stated with a soft smile, her voice as smooth as wine, and just as hypnotic. "Now, stay here for a minute, my child, I need to find you a snack, hmm?" Purple eyes flickered, ears twitching as they pressed forward. A soft nod of her muzzle and the woman turned toward the mouth of the cavern again.
She cast a quick gaze back toward the small pair of beady eyes that peeked at her from the soft light of the den, and her golden plume danced happily behind her. "And don't talk to anyone unless it is a very beautiful silver wolf," she added, running her tongue over her fangs playfully as she turned to exit the den.
As she moved out into the territory again, the bright morning sun burning into her vision ... she sighed. Oh, how she hoped she would find Valeska so she could just ... ask her to hunt a mouse.
Amaranth maneuvered the familiar lands with relative ease, and despite the jovial way in which she moved, there was the occasional hiccup as her exhausted body betrayed her. But it did not take her long to encroach the edges of the dens, familiar scents wafting all around her as she made her way toward the soft-lit opening of her own room. Led by her nose, a deep inhale told her that Valeska wasn't home ... curious. Perhaps out hunting — Valeska was quite adamant about providing snacks, especially when her anxiety got the best of her. Perhaps it was a nervous tick, much like Amaranth's collecting.
Amaranth berthed the mouth of the den, moving toward the messy corner of the cavern where a conglomeration of items lay askew. Organized in their chaos. Her golden crown lowered like a gentle elevator, mouth dropping the feathers in a pile of similarly structured ebony fluffs. And with a plop, Sylvie would slide into the pile, blending easily into the camouflage provided to her. "This is where we live. Your home, Sylvie," Amaranth stated with a soft smile, her voice as smooth as wine, and just as hypnotic. "Now, stay here for a minute, my child, I need to find you a snack, hmm?" Purple eyes flickered, ears twitching as they pressed forward. A soft nod of her muzzle and the woman turned toward the mouth of the cavern again.
She cast a quick gaze back toward the small pair of beady eyes that peeked at her from the soft light of the den, and her golden plume danced happily behind her. "And don't talk to anyone unless it is a very beautiful silver wolf," she added, running her tongue over her fangs playfully as she turned to exit the den.
As she moved out into the territory again, the bright morning sun burning into her vision ... she sighed. Oh, how she hoped she would find Valeska so she could just ... ask her to hunt a mouse.
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