Recent content by DAWNGLARE

The supposed choice is not an engaging one. He hardly holds his breath; no, his heart did not skip in his wonderment. Even those that weren't meek, fawny scraps would only ever bow their heads... And this one— for all the childish gall— hasn't the wisdom to know what she commits herself to, nor...

He cannot be as he had been: the façade of perfection, stone-cut and lacquered before the common folk. Grief hunches him into a dog's posture, spine curved and tail flicking something restless. His eyes are not sunbeams, but sluggish, low-hanging moons, dim in the apprentice's direction. He...

Dawnglare's own choice had not been entirely bias made... An unruly thing Fawnpaw's mentor had been; Dawnglare wouldn't have put up with all he did if he did not breathe something special. A pink nose scrunches before Fawnpaw's self, dull and unassuming... He isn't quick to deem him a flower...

It is inane, really, that Dawnglare is made to sit on his paws as the living mill about… On one’s own terms, the trek to Mother’s mouth. On one’s own terms, the press of a nose. In the backdrop, tradition that held better on his own living tongue. He thinks it would satisfy him more, to split a...

Some precursor, the utterings of temperance and commitment. Both flicker past his ears, carried across by stardust. Not nothing, no… Beyond the mortal plane, his gaze gleams anew with close-kept adoration. The reign on it has been allowed to slacken, mortem-induced; for his downfall had been...

Fireflyglow awakes to a breathing field. The place of endless hunting; to them, it would seem empty. Blades of grass, dew-dropped and lit with mist set about a melancholic sway. Ahead of them, there would be no starry visage to meet them head on — for the one they are destined to meet is but a...

His voice had long deadened. His screams were silent, trapped within a body that refused to bend to his will any longer. He was no god — he knew it now as this mess of flesh and blood. He was ripped open as easily as easily as prey, discarded as quickly as crowfood. Left to bleed. Left to die...

Their shared silence is brought with a mutual understanding, a tether between them that wouldn't wind its way quite the same around any other. All the things he had said — and yet he could not fathom what he would do without this. Adoration without words. Dawnglare feels wanted just in the way...

His breath hitches. A collapse of the skull, and Mallowlark is nestling his neck. The press of his grin is uncertain, and a sob parts it thereafter, sudden spike of a sound. It wrenches Dawnglare's heart, a sudden squeeze delivered by sickled claws. He tilts his head, returning the embrace with...

Of course, agreement between them as easy as breathing — It always has been. It always would be. Dawnglare can look on with moths fluttering in his stomach, knowing that atop the intrinsic desire, Mallowlark did it for him. His answer flows like water, batters at the lingering remnants of...

Mallowlark meets him the way he always did, a spot of shade atop this scorching earth. Dawnglare is held tight by a smile, swept up in fur dyed golden. They tangle together in a mess of sunset tones. The shape of it curls in on itself, a fractal down to the shuddering of their breaths; the...

Dawnglare runs to the edge of the world. It is here, that his life had first ended, and it was here that it would spring anew. It would be as if nothing had ever happened. It would be as if his moons spent in the forest had been a bad dream — the length of it only another cruel facet of the...

The path to Twolegplace was a path he's tread time and time again. One that he'd walked even before he'd taken the façade of a SkyClanner. A small mercy it had always been, that Blazestar had bound their fate to a place so close to their old home. His paws would find the way, even if they...

There are overgrown paws stuffed in his face. This is the creature he's cultivated. A seedling he'd hoped he could bloom into something useful, something bright and blue-blooded. He could have never lived up to what Dawnglare had — could have never shone so brightly; but with sincerity...