Merida
Wondering where you've been all my life, I just started living
Many of her dreams start out like this.
Shadows crawling silently in the deep dark of a forest, low hoots of massive owls and the leathery flick of bat wings somewhere in the midnight sky. She would stay like this for hours, in her dreams, below the blackness of night - small and insignificant, swallowed up by the yawning sky and the neverending trees that stretch upwards to scrape at the blue and purple above them, littered with tiny stars. Within the darkness, she knew, her crimson eyes would lock onto the shining black of another pair, with shining fangs glittering white as a mouth opened to reveal them.
Crevan.
She awakes with a start, scrambling her paws beneath her clumsily as the dream fades from her mind. She blinks blearily into the early morning air, wondering if dawn would soon be on the horizon. Merida’s thoughts as well as her body freezes; eyes were on her.
With a flip of her ears backwards, her eyes narrow to peer quietly through the darkness; black-lined lips ripple slightly, uneasy with the feeling of being watched.
Then, the wind shifts.
Her shoulders go limp and her jaw slackens in shock - she remains motionless as his scent (living, breathing, fresh) swirls around her. It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream…
She cannot see him, not yet, but as her dream comes to fruition she can feel her heart ripping in two.
He’s found her.
Lowering her head, the fox nestles back into the damp earth her bright yet uncertain eyes staring in his direction. She huffs uneasily, her ribcage pounding with the rapid beat of her heart, and a low whine leaves her lips as her muzzle comes to rest on soot-colored forepaws.
Crevan.
@[Crevan]