candy paint

Ears remained on a swivel - even one flopped over attempting to perk - the hound alert for any signs of another chasing her steps. Neither traveled with had seen her duck into the vegetation though that hardly meant a trail could not be followed. Just a whiff of perfume was all it would take before she risked discovery by nosy recruits. Yet if Raiden had her way those particular wolves would be none the wiser until they’d already drifted too far. Too absorbed in conversation, too distracted to take notice of all that transpired around them.

As long as she followed the instructions given this little detour shouldn’t take long at all. Promised supplies could be gathered and one could make a reappearance alongside the very shadows she’d fled the company of. Maybe before they even noticed she’d vanished, excitement thrummed within at the possible challenge. If they had learned anything over their seasons they’d have no trouble figuring out where the spiced femme had gone. If they really cared to find her, well, she’d just have to be quick.

It had to be around here somewhere. Beneath clustered spires of red where it bleeds into the mountains of Mirror Lake, that’s what they’d said. Foretelling a search along the outskirts near towering formations of rock, if such words could be trusted. If that slime ball had lied about the pick up point just to waste her time… they’d have another thing coming next time she set eyes upon them.

All she could really do now was pray they’d spoken true. Hope that no other happened to stumble upon a supposed stash all their own before her arrive. She’d hate to arrange for another delivery or, even worse, be forced to pay for ‘lost supplies’ from her own collection. The very thought sparking annoyance to flee her lungs in light scoff though possibilities did little to slow the steadied rhythm of paws over the earth.

"Speak"

my demons come to play

The redwood was quiet, as it usually. In the thick of summer, the red wood was painted in even deeper shades of russet and orange. But the scenery made little difference to the ebony wolf. He wasn't one to appreciate a beautiful sunset or the pristine view of snowy mountains. The things he did appreciate were far more superficial. A pretty face. A tight body. But things were different now.

Amethyst hues were just a little more jaded, regarding the world around with a critical eye and only one question... What do you want? One might thing such a look came from the gnarled scars that wrapped around his upper foreleg, from his run in with the Imperial bastard who had left him crippled for weeks. Even now, he could still feel the ache of a strained muscle if he pushed himself too far. They would be wrong though. He kept a tight lid on what happened that night.

Walking through the redwood, he was further north than he cared to be, but surely the distance was good. Mirror lake wasn't far, just over the mountains. But something would catch his eye. A mound nestled amongst the thinning red trees. Freshly disturbed dirt. It was a hiding spot if he had ever seen one. Intrigued, he would investigate, uncovering the stash.

The sound of another approaching would keep him from delving into its contents. He would stand over it though, turning to face the stranger. Could it be whoever had met to receive this little package. Only thing would the ghost of a smirk pass briefly over his lips, gone as soon as it arrived. He held all the cards, just as he liked it.

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