Post by Zohartze on Mar 4, 2015 2:08:53 GMT -5
She’d been feeling empty.
Zohartze had come down off of her opiate high and just as she suspected it might, her resolve had faded. Though the drugs had given her body a chance to relax and heal, the pups growing in her womb felt heavier every day, and their weight reminded her more of the anxiety seeping into her heart. Her time with Datura had been a crucible for her, though—despite her growing discontent with her situation both mental and physical, part of her yearned for the future.
It wasn’t that she had high hopes—that certainly wasn’t Zohartze’s way. But, for once in her life, she was thinking about it. She was the kind of wolf that lived in the moment, lived day to day, and never had hefty questions balancing on the fulcrum of her brain, threatening to topple her. She yearned for the day in which she could revert to a relatively solitary life, and forget the obsession that bound her.
In fact, she would have left Kairos already if she weren’t bearing pups, and hadn’t formed a bond of sorts with Datura. Zohartze would help her rear the young of the growing pack, including her friend’s own litter. She was due any day now, Zohartze remembered, and feared for her. She hadn’t seen her, or Goliath for that matter, in a day or two.
A pang of pride for her shot through Zo’s small body as she walked through the trees, careful to stay out of the mud and standing water. Though she was still sore from her ordeal with Titan, her limp was only just noticeable, and most of the tears in her sensitive organ had repaired themselves.
Zohartze had heard the rumors of her packmates. Titan had an eventful breeding season, snatching up prizes like Lichen, and Emerald... and Kiva. The name brought a bitter taste to her tongue and she fought a snarl out of her throat. The moon-faced bitch had gone in for seconds, rumor had it, and it made Zo’s stomach turn, nauseous and burning at the same time. Another wolf might have called it jealousy—this femme knew no such term. Zo felt her hunting urge boil in her mind, and her teeth clicked together.
She walked more carefully, watching her surroundings intently. A tiny sound struck her—a stoat was wrestling with a mouse in the bushes. She looked down at it and only saw red. Zohartze moved in a fluid moment and snapped her jaws over its head, the crunching of bone between her teeth satisfying the itchy sandstorm in her brain, and the warmth of its blood slipping over her tongue in waves of silken liquid.
It was in that moment that she smelled him. Based on the scent, he came here alone and his odor was only his own, perhaps for the first time since the day she’d met him. Zo took a deep breath in and out, steadying herself. Knowing he’d hear her, she padded up to him and stood in front of him, dropping her small kill at his feet. It wasn’t much, but it was a meal.
Zohartze had come down off of her opiate high and just as she suspected it might, her resolve had faded. Though the drugs had given her body a chance to relax and heal, the pups growing in her womb felt heavier every day, and their weight reminded her more of the anxiety seeping into her heart. Her time with Datura had been a crucible for her, though—despite her growing discontent with her situation both mental and physical, part of her yearned for the future.
It wasn’t that she had high hopes—that certainly wasn’t Zohartze’s way. But, for once in her life, she was thinking about it. She was the kind of wolf that lived in the moment, lived day to day, and never had hefty questions balancing on the fulcrum of her brain, threatening to topple her. She yearned for the day in which she could revert to a relatively solitary life, and forget the obsession that bound her.
In fact, she would have left Kairos already if she weren’t bearing pups, and hadn’t formed a bond of sorts with Datura. Zohartze would help her rear the young of the growing pack, including her friend’s own litter. She was due any day now, Zohartze remembered, and feared for her. She hadn’t seen her, or Goliath for that matter, in a day or two.
A pang of pride for her shot through Zo’s small body as she walked through the trees, careful to stay out of the mud and standing water. Though she was still sore from her ordeal with Titan, her limp was only just noticeable, and most of the tears in her sensitive organ had repaired themselves.
Zohartze had heard the rumors of her packmates. Titan had an eventful breeding season, snatching up prizes like Lichen, and Emerald... and Kiva. The name brought a bitter taste to her tongue and she fought a snarl out of her throat. The moon-faced bitch had gone in for seconds, rumor had it, and it made Zo’s stomach turn, nauseous and burning at the same time. Another wolf might have called it jealousy—this femme knew no such term. Zo felt her hunting urge boil in her mind, and her teeth clicked together.
She walked more carefully, watching her surroundings intently. A tiny sound struck her—a stoat was wrestling with a mouse in the bushes. She looked down at it and only saw red. Zohartze moved in a fluid moment and snapped her jaws over its head, the crunching of bone between her teeth satisfying the itchy sandstorm in her brain, and the warmth of its blood slipping over her tongue in waves of silken liquid.
It was in that moment that she smelled him. Based on the scent, he came here alone and his odor was only his own, perhaps for the first time since the day she’d met him. Zo took a deep breath in and out, steadying herself. Knowing he’d hear her, she padded up to him and stood in front of him, dropping her small kill at his feet. It wasn’t much, but it was a meal.
“Hungry?”
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( tags ) Titan
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