The Keeleh Forest Herd II, All accepted members wander here.

[Nethys]

"I am surprised you had the patience to listen at all, my lady." Morte replied in a flat tone though she was taken aback at such sudden 'fondness' the fleabitten arab had shown towards a long lost relative. Indeed Mortel's 'kindness' was more un-nerving than any other emotion she had shown so far.

Morte was only in a slightly worse mood than when she had arrived. The only thing the black arab gained was perhaps something not far off from respect towards the alphess. And it wasn't the kind of respect Mortel would've been used to either, of course idolise and fear are two different words.
"I need not leech off your reputation, Aunt, a fine guesture I'm sure but your kindness... Ought not be wasted...


unfinnnnnnn D:

[Spirit Dancer]

Thank god I was home. A sigh was released into the misty air as my mahogany pelt was instantly cooled from the shadowy forest, though audials pivoted backwards against my tiara. Coal black pools scanned the misty forest as I kept to a lumbering walk; an audial flickering forward on the rare occasion. The silence was welcomed, yet unwelcomed at the same time - I need to hear something. Even if it was yelling, I needed to hear it. Though, I guessed the forests hadn't changed much since my silent departure from here, in search of a "companion". I was too young, then to look for a mate. I was just silently thankfully I turned four during my travels, and came home unscathed. I could now step forward and take my mother's position. If Mortel wished me to, of course.
"Mortel?"
My own voice made me grimace. It hadn't changed, like I hoped it would, as I listen to it echo through the vast emptiness around me.

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