- Jul 8, 2022
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MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ✧
the woods shade and cover the two in their journey, the songbirds heavy in their gossip. there's a cool wind, soon the leaves will turn. a far beloved time for buckgait, perhaps because the world was far too beautiful to miss. she's quiet, eyeing the leaves and willing them to start turning their vibrant hues. in step with her companion, the earthen molly has already accepted that lightning is an integral part of her now. a second body. she is still bitter towards cicada, and she knew that there likely would have been better cats to pair her with...but she's a little bit glad it was lightningstone. he's sure and still, a true ward. it's nice to not be alone like she used to be, to not have to be alert to every sound to cross her. he is still callous, cold, and truly neglectful of emotions when they run high. yet he still sat with her while she had cried and tried his best to console her. something like that is hard to ignore. she bumps against him in an attempt to offset his gait. the silence is pleasant and all, but buck is interested in talking with him now. "y'know, i bet whatever you get, i can catch somethin' fatter." it's something to simply grab his attention. the white stag, something beautiful and as elusive as any ghoul, had been rumored to be in the area. buck has come to see it as good luck and good feasting, perhaps forcing @LIGHTNINGSTONE to hunt in the area with her.
she is primarily a fisher, but when the winters grow too cold and parts of the river freeze, one must become familiar with the land-dwelling creatures who inhabit the territory. she's interested in grabbing a rabbit but doesn't need the larger tom to scare them off with his grimacing features. there's a crack in the short distance, a breaking of wood and she spares a glance toward her companion. seeing if he'll claim this one, while buck searches for another.