08-06-2018, 05:10 PM
Safe with her family's den, in the heart of her mothers' kingdom, Warlight finally settles her thoughts enough to allow herself to sleep. It isn't an easy task - when the anticipation is gnawing at her guy and her mind is racing. She didn't know where she was going, not exactly, and that was half the thrill.
Tonight while her brothers slept, she would be roaming some distant land, bathed in starlight.
Warlight wakes to the smell of mud and mice, her nose crinkling as her eyes open. Once again, her knees are dirty and the fine, white hairs on her legs soiled. But she doesn't have a thought for her appearance.
The bay splashed girl stands, shaking her coat free of the worst of the drying earth. Once they adjust to the darkness, the inky-blue depths of her eyes glare out at the familiar, ancient oaks and the crook in the river which she knows too well.
"Fuck." the word slides out under her breath as she realizes that she recognizes exactly where she is, and she knows she could be home in an hour or two. She turns to walk downstream, giving a dissatisfied snort for good measure.
She was pretty sure she hated this river.
Warlight
Soul as sweet as blood red jam