Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 11:34:36 GMT -6
Only a sliver of moon hung in the sky above her head. It curved, skewed like a crooked nail against an expanse of imperfect black. Stars flickered like diamonds for as far as Muse could see, reminding her of how the sound of rain makes as it hits leaves. Stars looked like that sound; bright and pure, but fleeting. She had paused only to catch her breath and let the ach dull from the pads of her paws. The sand beneath her was cold without the sun’s warmth to take in, and the dunes were dark with lack of moonlight. Her soft, cream-colored was camouflage against the landscape; it was the perfect night to slip across the sand unseen, to flee her captors in Kairos.
Her heterochromic gaze flashed in the dark as she ran, granting her the sight she needed to traverse the unfamiliar landscape. It was quiet enough that no colors were obstructing her focus. There was only the steady intake of breath in her lungs and blood roaring in her skull. Everything within her moved with a steady beat, throbbing in time with her loping gait, as if her body were a clock ticking down to the moment she would be free.
He must be close now. The thought fluttered in her mind like a trapped bird. She had to believe that Phantom was here in this desert. If he wasn’t… Muse shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as the worry shivered through her. I can’t think like that. I need to keep moving forward.
It was Castalia who had told the cream-colored femme there was an Ananke wolf here, a wolf who was looking for the female with the dual-colored gaze. When Casi had told her, she knew who it was almost immediately. The two-toned brute from the sinkhole back home—the Eye of Fenris it was called. She remembered his quiet kindness, the way he had shown interest in her despite her strangely colored eyes… and she remembered his color. His voice had been like molten metal, the same exact silver of his eyes. She had never met a wolf who’s voice was the same color as their eyes, and she had yet to meet a wolf like that since.
And he’s looking for me. That alone fueled Muse as she darted across Kairos territory. She was desperate for freedom, desperate for relief, desperate to meet the brute who had searched so long for a female he had only met once.
The border came without warning. The scent of the pack here was strong, a clear warning to trespassers. And me, Muse thought with alarm. But then she was over the scent markers and entering a desolate land where steam permeated the air and choked her with fumes. She looked around, lost and confused, panicked that a Kairos wolf would follow her out into the geysers.
words: 513
tags: @phantom
muse: good
notes: I hope it’s alright that I’m getting this up now! I’m using liquid time to have this thread set after Muse’s thread with Castalia.
Her heterochromic gaze flashed in the dark as she ran, granting her the sight she needed to traverse the unfamiliar landscape. It was quiet enough that no colors were obstructing her focus. There was only the steady intake of breath in her lungs and blood roaring in her skull. Everything within her moved with a steady beat, throbbing in time with her loping gait, as if her body were a clock ticking down to the moment she would be free.
He must be close now. The thought fluttered in her mind like a trapped bird. She had to believe that Phantom was here in this desert. If he wasn’t… Muse shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as the worry shivered through her. I can’t think like that. I need to keep moving forward.
It was Castalia who had told the cream-colored femme there was an Ananke wolf here, a wolf who was looking for the female with the dual-colored gaze. When Casi had told her, she knew who it was almost immediately. The two-toned brute from the sinkhole back home—the Eye of Fenris it was called. She remembered his quiet kindness, the way he had shown interest in her despite her strangely colored eyes… and she remembered his color. His voice had been like molten metal, the same exact silver of his eyes. She had never met a wolf who’s voice was the same color as their eyes, and she had yet to meet a wolf like that since.
And he’s looking for me. That alone fueled Muse as she darted across Kairos territory. She was desperate for freedom, desperate for relief, desperate to meet the brute who had searched so long for a female he had only met once.
The border came without warning. The scent of the pack here was strong, a clear warning to trespassers. And me, Muse thought with alarm. But then she was over the scent markers and entering a desolate land where steam permeated the air and choked her with fumes. She looked around, lost and confused, panicked that a Kairos wolf would follow her out into the geysers.
words: 513
tags: @phantom
muse: good
notes: I hope it’s alright that I’m getting this up now! I’m using liquid time to have this thread set after Muse’s thread with Castalia.