CHULANE
I believe that dreams are sacred
He let the laughter, the zest, the enjoyment of the moment build up and fill him, and reflected it back. Kia had been one to first teach him about accepting that sometimes even when overarching shit feelings were swallowing one up, it was okay to feel happy and joyful and excited at moments throughout it too.
It was all part of the process, the journey of grief and depression. It was part of the healing.
Auni bleated as his bondmate ran off, feeling very much content to simply stay behind and act as a marker for their finish line. He licked at some moss on the rocks to occupy himself.
Meanwhile, Chuy galloped off, having never ushered such power and speed from this shift before, he found his legs surprisingly swift and strong, and able to push onwards at a similar speed to the hellishly big hound ahead of him. He grunted a deep note in agreement to Deimos' declaration, before carving a similar, if slightly less elegantly executed path, as limbs folded and leapt, clearing the timber with a kick of his hoofed heels behind him.
It was two goliaths on a jaunt, and while they kept to the outskirts of the Citadel, they no doubt drew attention. But at this moment, Chuy didn't care, and merely pressed onwards. A mound of what could only be memory snow rose up ahead - and he didn't bother to leap this time, but instead bent his antlered head low, to plough on through it, and perhaps send snowy interference across his competitor's path as well.
It was all part of the process, the journey of grief and depression. It was part of the healing.
Auni bleated as his bondmate ran off, feeling very much content to simply stay behind and act as a marker for their finish line. He licked at some moss on the rocks to occupy himself.
Meanwhile, Chuy galloped off, having never ushered such power and speed from this shift before, he found his legs surprisingly swift and strong, and able to push onwards at a similar speed to the hellishly big hound ahead of him. He grunted a deep note in agreement to Deimos' declaration, before carving a similar, if slightly less elegantly executed path, as limbs folded and leapt, clearing the timber with a kick of his hoofed heels behind him.
It was two goliaths on a jaunt, and while they kept to the outskirts of the Citadel, they no doubt drew attention. But at this moment, Chuy didn't care, and merely pressed onwards. A mound of what could only be memory snow rose up ahead - and he didn't bother to leap this time, but instead bent his antlered head low, to plough on through it, and perhaps send snowy interference across his competitor's path as well.
Take my darkest fears and play them
