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Abandoned
Unyielding Winter | 3 of 5 | 119 words



It was enough. It was the way of things, the natural order. Winter didn't need to assure herself of anything, but there was always some distant flicker of amusement, a dark humor that almost made her want to smirk when she came upon such folly. Unattended bird eggs. Burrowed sacks or kin eggs. Bleating babies without a protector. It wasn't a hunt, but it was a lesson, and it culled the weak -- or at least, those unlucky enough to be born to the weak. Those unworthy of populating the land.

To most kin, quiet nests or loud children were just a part of the Swamp. To Winter, they were abandoned, and she'd swiftly snuff their presence from her home.

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[ Kiss of Death ][ 1 of 5 ][ 33. Holiday ][ xxx words ] [ 3rd req maxed out ]

2/5: Forever and a Day

They found her when she was searching for nothing in particular .Serendipity. It was the best surprise. And she was forever grateful for them. They loved her fiercely as she loved them in her soft manner. When she fell into the cold rapids, she had no hesitation that they would find and rescue her. Fear could not latch itself onto her. She had her family and in time, their group had grown. All save Gloom, had their own broods. They nurtured and sent off their wayward little ones to grow and forge their own path. And when things got a little stale, they took a break from all the blood revelry. Her family was hers forever and a day, and she would always be there for them. But now she had a way to ensure it.

The Path Less Travelled
Unyielding Winter | 4 of 5 | 107 words




Routine? No. A schedule? Only by the sun.

Her mind spun and she followed her nose. She was driven by the scent of blood and the needs of her stomach, the needs of her partner. Each day was a challenge to be better, to learn more, to perfect a skill or acquire a new one. Hunting was a way of life. Hunting is life, literally and viscerally.

Some might say she took the path less travelled, the road with the last amount of hooves imprinted upon it. She would tell you, had she mind for philosophy and wit, that you assume she saw two roads at all.

7/5 - Beginner's Luck - Wasp VI - 155 words (Hollyhock V, Dogrot III, Murkcrow VI)

"Is this how you do it?" Wasp wiggled and shook in a perfect imitation of the dance moves the acha next to him was demonstrating.

"Yeeee-eeees, but now you do this, and this, and this..." The other acha added a series of complicated steps to the end of the dance, and smirked at Wasp. Wasp followed his steps perfectly.

A crowd started to gather as the dance lesson turned into an impromptu dance-off. The acha tried every move he could imagine, and Wasp matched him step for step. Finally the acha sat down, panting with exertion. "I thought you said you couldn't dance?" he gasped.

Wasp shrugged. "I only said I don't know this dance. I didn't say I couldn't dance." The onlookers murmured to themselves. Wasp usually abstained from the dance...ground. He pointed at his mother, tearing it up some distance away. "Did you really think the son of that doe couldn't dance?"

Through Your Eyes: 2/5

4. Are you there?

She only ever felt a sudden absence once.

She was only a filly at the time, gangly and small, but already strong and sharp. She had eyes out to pick at weakness and a tongue to give a good-natured lashing that always came with a smile even if she made others cry.

She doesn’t think much about it now. Sometimes when the moonlight shines just right and the weight of her bones is light enough, frail enough, she lets herself think about it, but even now she does not associate the memory with pain.

It is a simple enough story. She had woken up in the middle of the night, alone, without her siblings and this time she knew they were gone for good. They had left her behind because she was a wolf and they were dragons; they were simply not meant to be.

She had, for a moment, thought that she heard them and wondered if they were there, if they had come back for her, but they had not. It was curious, this feeling of being alone, but in the end, it was for the best. She was not made for idealism and delusion. They were.

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Breaking The Ice (2/5) - 17. Innocence

Through watched as a pair of songbirds flitted about. Twirling, and diving, and singing in harmony together without a care in the world. His eyes never once left them in their dance. Such innocence drew him in. Perhaps because he had yet to really experience anything of the world. He himself was still quite innocent. Except for a brief meeting and a chance encounter, he had yet to really live. He supposed innocence was bliss and experience was living. It immediately sparked a desire in him to move, to not stand still anymore, not settle for existing. Though the movements of the songbirds brought to mind days of his youth, he could not help but want to do everything he was still afraid of doing. A revelation for him since he never once pursued that which his innocent mind shied away from.

4/5: Look-See- Comfort

Comfort. Comfort was knowing you couldn't see anything and knowing that your little family of monsters would never let you fall. Comfort was knowing the monsters you were with were strong and powerful. And beautiful. At least that's what they told her. She smiled. No doubt they shone in their brilliance. Theirs was a delightful trio that kept each sometimes sane member full. She was happy and life was good. She settled down onto a prepared nest of moss and flowers and fell to sleep. Jasmines opened their petals to welcome the night. Sleep came quickly and she fell into a comfortable lull of sleep with her family.