The Sisters [Valyn Girls]

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She called to me, and so I followed…

The night was alive. She could feel it all around her. The soft onyx fur along the nape of the diminutive fae seemed to stand up on end, the feeling in the air electric, pulsing and vibrant. Tonight, the moon was a complete circle, shining brilliantly in the sky. Not even the brightest star could rival the moon’s intensity and beauty. It seemed so close, and yet out of reach, looming. The air was humid, still warm in spite of the late hour. The jungle was always warm, though. Night had always been Willow’s favorite time, when the blazing sun dipped below the western horizon and the Goddess began her watch.

Willow stood, her eyes closed, senses heightened by the surrounding darkness. All around, the crickets chirped in fervent chorus, their ancient hymn resounding in the nighttime. The small she-wolf breathed in the sweet fragrance of jasmines – a sure sign of the summer, her mother had informed her, and Athena seemed to know a lot of things. Willow was always eager to listen and learn, whether the lesson was life-saving plants or the legends of unseen deities. Willow knew she would be a healer someday, just like her mother, but it was the stories of the gods that she loved the most.

She had many names, but Willow knew her as the Goddess of the Moon, or simply the Goddess, hallowed by innumerable wolves. She was a symbol of femininity, held in high regard in Willow’s mind, due in part to the pack she belonged to. There were a few male pups around. Willow didn’t dislike them, but she knew it was the females to whom the Goddess gave heed. From the largest to the littlest femme, the Goddess gave her blessings to those who earned it.

And tonight was the night to honor the sacred feminine, when the moon was full. Tonight was to be the first of many spent there in the wilderness, with her sisters by her side. Eyelids still shut, her gentle voice was the first to speak. ”The Goddess is here. I can feel her.”

Words: 401

Tags: Lethe + @santhenatempest

OOC: I figured I’d start it out with just the biological sisters and have the other girl pups come in later, or on a different night!
This is for Lethe to find her new owl friend  :>

[Lethe]

The full moon had arrived, and the Goddess winked at her coyly from the sky. Stars glittered in the sky, untainted and pure, for no light from below shone in this land. Here, the Goddess was free to watch and free to explore. Lethe had no concept of a world in which she could not roam—no idea that in lands plagued by humankind, the sky was a rare delicacy that might only be enjoyed on the clearest of nights. She had no memory of a night that seemed like day because lights flickered on in the darkness, a manmade beacon that kept them far from Her touch. Lethe didn’t know how lucky she was to be born in such a place, and under such conditions that allowed her to be so close to the deity she had grown to love.

It was a powerful kind of love—like something so respected and revered, it was never to be touched. It was a quiet love—for one side was as silent as the sky itself, never to speak in tongues aloud. But sometimes, whether childish or reverent or noble, Lethe spoke to Her. And under the full moon, it was as if she was closer than ever. Tonight, the Goddess was a looming mother, mutely leaning over her. It was almost as if the night air, alive in its own way, brushed her cheek in a gentle greeting.

Gathered with her two siblings, she sat with eyes wide open, staring up at the sky with veneration. Willow was the first to speak, and as she did, Lethe nodded in agreement. There was something special about this night. She could feel it in her bones.

When it came to their band of spirituality, Willow was certainly the leader. It was as if she could see things that Lethe could not, and understand more than any of them. Despite her diminutive size, the smaller she-wolf was undeniably respected. When Willow spoke, she listened—it was as simple as that. Lethe often didn’t listen to others.

Tempest had joined them tonight as well, and while Lethe certainly loved her sister, they simply weren’t as close as she and Willow were. It was as if they were meant to be twins, but by a cruel twist of fate, her legs had not kept up with her body. She was destined to be lower to the ground, more earthily bound—but then again, Lethe thought, maybe it was all meant to be. Surely the Goddess had a plan for her most worthy follower, for if anyone was as gentle and perfect a soul as her sister, Lethe had never met her.

Standing for a moment, she moved to sit next to her stunted sister, their matching fur mingling and dancing as one. As a star darted across the sky, she smiled excitedly at her sister. This was the first of their meetings alone in the lagoon, and it was liberating to put her troubles aside and focus only on their night mother. “What is She saying, Will? What should we do?”

tags: @willow, @santhenatempest
words: 520
muse: decent!
notes: -

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Both of Tempest's sisters had always been close, but recently they seemed even closer. Maybe it was because they were both closer followers of the moon Goddess, or maybe because they looked rather alike, or maybe it was just in their genes, but nobody could mistake their unbreakable closeness. Sometimes this made the runt of the litter feel left out, although it had never really bothered her too much. She was happy to tag along and remain silent, watching the two interact as Tempest's own imagination wandered.

The deep night sky was a cloak shading the cosy land, and a support for the stars and moon. Night had become the little one's favourite time of 'day', simply because of the beautiful heavens above. Until about two months ago, Tempest had been fairly neutral on religion, choosing to believe neither that there was nothing or that there was someone, but rather that there was something. However, she had recently been paying extra close attention to the world, and had realised how her family's beliefs did fit in quite well with what she was experiencing, and that something had turned into a someone.

She followed her sisters as they walked onwards to who knew what, but even Tempest, who usually considered things for a moment before doing them, felt certain that there was some sort of energy that was beckoning her onwards, to follow her siblings to whatever the Goddess had in store for the trio.

Willow spoke, and Tempest nodded. The youngest of the three seemed to know things that, to put things simply, nobody else could really understand, but the middle femme's curious nature subsided for Willow, since she seemed to be right, despite explanation being lacked.

When her sisters sat, their paler sibling joined them, but not close enough to be touching, to respect their closeness. Lethe asked Willow for the Goddess' words, Tempest nodding to the smallest, and youngest sibling.
"What are we to do?"

There was a certain spiritual presence in the air, although Tempest had no clue what, or who it was, or anything other than the fact that it was there.

Tempest truly appreciated that she had such a... a spiritual wolf for a sibling. What Willow lacked in size was all up there, in her inner self. Perhaps the Goddess had exchanged some of her leg length for remarkable spirituality, which would help her just as much, if not more than long legs.

And then Lethe was the largest of the litter, who would prove extremely helpful in combat and other physical activities.

But Tempest... For the first time, Tempest realised how useless she really was. She could not communicate with anything other than physical beings, and she had no noticeable physical abilities. What did she have? Curiosity. As if that would be of any use.

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Words: 489
Tags: @willow Lethe
Notes: -

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As Lethe inched closer to find her place beside Willow, the smallest sister’s eyes moved to Tempest, a content smile crossing her lips as the trio sat down. The larger two watched Willow curiously for guidance. This was their first time attempting something like this… which meant it was also Will’s first try. But she was determined to honor the Goddess and let intuition be her guide. Tempest was the only one of their litter that slightly resembled their mother’s monotone pelt of silver. The others were decorated in black, with markings inherited from… Who knows? Willow didn’t dwell on the fact that they had never had a father, or that they didn’t even know what the male’s name was. Athena said nothing of the coupling that had produced her darlings, and though she knew her mother loved them all – the Boy excluded, as he had been absent from the jungle for months now – she could see a hint of hesitation from the pack’s healer. Without asking, she knew the circumstances that had led to her existence had been unpleasant at best, and traumatic enough to keep Athena silent. And that was why the Boy hadn’t been loved the way he should have been.

Secretly, she said a quick prayer in her mind for the Boy, her only brother. Even if he was a boy, and some of her pack mates thought less of males, Willow missed him. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, or any other male for that matter, for being born a certain way. Of all wolves, certainly Will could understand what it was like to be born differently, though she never complained about her own deficits.

None of it mattered now – their father was merely a ghost, their mother, an enigma. The Goddess had ways of working mysteriously, and she had allowed the pups to be born for good reason, in spite of how it all came to be. The Divine seldom acted without a purpose in mind. It was up to the mortals to deduce exactly what was meant for them. From the corner of a sunset-colored orb, Willow saw something: a faint flutter of white nearby, barely present, but still illuminated by the bright moon overhead. ”Did you see that?” Automatically, she was back on her paws again, staring intently into the dark, through the towering jungle trees and ancient ferns. She wasn’t scared. The usual terrors lurking in the jungle were far away that night. The Goddess would protect them. Willow had faith.

Something drew her forward, her paws moving seemingly on their own volition, carrying the girl closer to the speck of moonlight that had caught her attention. Her pace was slow, due in part to the size of her stubby legs, casting a look in Lethe’s direction. ”It’s… It has to be a sign,” she decided aloud, her eyes straining against the nighttime to get a better look.

words: 505
tags: Lethe + @santhenatempest