Post by FJ on Oct 3, 2015 14:50:41 GMT -5
Uncertain if this should go here since the prides have shifted places a bit, so if it's incorrect feel free to move it accordingly. Same goes for any incorrect details!
Zenith Suldan-Kain
The world kept turning even after the quakes, impossibly hurtling them toward an early, and no doubt harsher, winter. Autumn had an importance, undisputedly--and yet there had been no such event. As the chill set into her bones, she truly hoped not every year would show this same drastic change in seasons. Was the Earth sick? It was a silly question as she'd never been exactly keen on studying the ebb and flow of nature, but it struck her as perhaps more important than they could imagine. Truthfully, it may have just been the ash blotting out too much sun. She could still taste the powdery grains on her tongue.
Gestation had progressed into a fairly obvious state, swollen and a somewhat altered gait. Unfit for duty, almost, not that it stopped her from trying to keep an eye on what Meurtrier was up to, if Reno would allow it. Assessing where they had gone and what state they were in was important to La Morte, but the state of Zehael was a more honest motive. It was for these reasons she found herself on the outskirts of their cozy place--she could almost hear herself sarcastically state that--where the wind was less favorable but the visibility was good. She blended in among the rocks at least, so she had herself pressed flat against them, looking out across the land. She didn't dare go too far in this snow, and yet the stubborn drive brought her out here anyway. A kick inside her womb brought her out of her thoughts for a moment, wincing before letting her lungs heave a sigh, warm air misting in the breeze. "We'll be back in the warmth soon, little one."