like thunder gonna shake the ground
After seeing Amalia, Loren had been reminded that Longheat was Safrin's season. Well, Tanau's, but the healer could remember something about the sun. Something about not letting it set, which seemed ironic given Halo's lack of night during these months.
Still, he'd eventually found himself heading towards the shrine. It took him a while to find it, since he was stumbling about in a daze. Shifted into the form of a lion as he was, he couldn't exactly ask for directions even if he wanted or was in the right state of mind to do so.
Eventually he found it. Staring at it for a while, he padded back and forth in front of it. Safrin! Pretty smart star lady. You should take the sun. You deserve it.
Coming to a halt, he realized he hadn't brought her anything. Looking around for something suitable, he growled when nothing caught his eye. However, his attention was drawn to his own fur.
At the moment, it was ratty, matted together with sweat and even some blood. Scars were evident on parts of his body and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. However, even with all that, it glittered a metallic gold in the light.
So he brought a paw up to his mouth. It took him a few tries, but eventually he ripped out a chunk of fur. It stuck on his tongue, so he had to paw at it and hack and spit until he had a small clump gathered. He placed it on the shrine and stepped back. Something shiny for you! For now, he ignored the small spots of blood that came from where he ripped out the hairs.
Still, he'd eventually found himself heading towards the shrine. It took him a while to find it, since he was stumbling about in a daze. Shifted into the form of a lion as he was, he couldn't exactly ask for directions even if he wanted or was in the right state of mind to do so.
Eventually he found it. Staring at it for a while, he padded back and forth in front of it. Safrin! Pretty smart star lady. You should take the sun. You deserve it.
Coming to a halt, he realized he hadn't brought her anything. Looking around for something suitable, he growled when nothing caught his eye. However, his attention was drawn to his own fur.
At the moment, it was ratty, matted together with sweat and even some blood. Scars were evident on parts of his body and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. However, even with all that, it glittered a metallic gold in the light.
So he brought a paw up to his mouth. It took him a few tries, but eventually he ripped out a chunk of fur. It stuck on his tongue, so he had to paw at it and hack and spit until he had a small clump gathered. He placed it on the shrine and stepped back. Something shiny for you! For now, he ignored the small spots of blood that came from where he ripped out the hairs.
LOREN
