Absinthe had an unusual pep in her step. Usually, the scraggy young lass slunk across the lands like a lowly beetle, taking her time to go from somewhere to get to somewhere. Not today. Today, they were free. Not just her, but Margarita too, the friend she’d never expected to find. Freedom meant everything to Abby. The posers and poisoners could keep their perfumed lies and cheats. Margarita and Absinthe, they were headed on to a better life still.
Even her snowy companion seemed to enjoy the lack of the pines that lined the evergreen forest. Here there was nothing but snow and ice and rock, the former which would melt in the weeks to come.
That reminded her.
Spring had arrived. Her least favorite and yet ever-changing season. A year ago she had been many miles away, birthed into a pack that would scorn her for a genetic misfortune. Many months later, she had a friend. A home that came along with her. And more genuine happiness than she could ever forge before.
Make it to the river.
Absinthe’s mildew eyes shot up, catching the last part of her friend’s statement. Slowly, her gaze dispersed from her precious Fairy Goddess northwards to where the supposed river resided. The scrawny girl thought she remembered passing through one on her journey south from the mountains but that seemed like a lifetime ago. Back when a wolf by the name of Sir Freyar had promised her help. She’d been too stubborn to take it but prefered to blame him anyway for his sudden disappearance. She would have at least liked to see more of the paternal male. Bit rude of him, really.
We can go wherever we want.
The lass’s whiplike tail gave a few lashes in return, a toothy grin breaking out across her face. Wherever they damn well pleased. She liked the sound of that.
She whispered in her raspy voice. Once upon a time, it had been light and flowery. The voice of a princess. Since exile and her misfortune in the valley, however, misuse of her vocals and simple refusal to talk to anyone save for Rita had worn her chords thin.
Nonetheless, she wanted to hear if Margarita had any ideas. On where to go, that was. Absinthe was a versatile creature. Rarely could she fail to adapt to any environment. A place Margarita chose would be home to her. Or, the pair could travel until the pads on their paws ran red with blood and their limbs fell from their bodies.
As long as it was with her soulmate, she wouldn’t care.
Sep 05, 2018 08:31 PM — Post #1
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