04-23-2025, 02:39 PM
She kept to the shadows, never crossing into the pups' territory. Only her Pets dared the borders, skirting the edges like smoke on the wind. Unseen, but always present.
From her perch of the Dream, she watched the pups' interaction. It should have made her smile. Instead, it tugged at something buried deep, something old.
She longed to draw closer.
But the bond with her own Pets held her back.
Her Pets were wary, ancient things, and they despised the yellow-eyed ones. And their dislike was more than mere instinct. It was memory. It was blood.
So she watched, but did not touch.
From her perch of the Dream, she watched the pups' interaction. It should have made her smile. Instead, it tugged at something buried deep, something old.
She longed to draw closer.
But the bond with her own Pets held her back.
Her Pets were wary, ancient things, and they despised the yellow-eyed ones. And their dislike was more than mere instinct. It was memory. It was blood.
So she watched, but did not touch.