- Nov 7, 2020
- 48
- Gender
- Agender
- Pronouns
- They/Them | She/Her
- Posting Status
- Daily
A massive black beast ranged back and forth across the beach. It was a crisp fall afternoon and the ocean waves slowly lapped at the beach. The white sand was pristine, cold under the dog's paws and worming its way into every party of her fur. Everywhere her great paws touched the ground small grass fronds began to sprout up, and twined in her lengthy tail matching grasses and violet blossoms. The chill ocean air blew the harsh, tangy scent of the sea into the animal's nose just as it tugged away her violet petals in exchange. It was an alien smell. Something different and new, but then so was everything else on this island. Nothing was the same, and she had a sinking feeling it never would be again. First the strange dreams, then the humans taking away her home...Then the "Scouts." Morgana bared her fangs in frustration at the memories. And now she was stuck here. They wanted her to remain on the island so she would not perish, but what was her purpose here?
Morgana trotted over the sand as she pondered her situation. There were no classes to teach today, and many of her charges were independent enough to not need babysitting, and with winter rounding the corner her garden flowers were already on decline. There was naught to do for them. Without a sacred place to guard she was without purpose, but to become vulnerable to her madness again. Then those dreams? Who was the man who haunted her? Would he be holed up like a rabbit with these magical creatures as well? She doubted it. Whoever he was to her, he was but a man. Surely he died long ago. Morgana closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Oh quiet yourself. Fretting like a doe with a new foal." she murmured internally, letting out a slow breath. The ocean breeze pulled her worries away for a moment. That was when she noticed a new presence behind her. The fae could feel her mouth glue itself shut as she turned, no no no. She didn't like being around people...She couldn't talk to them. Another deep breath was let go, and Morgana tried to remind herself that they were just like her plants or the animals of her wood. Just living beings looking for life and happiness, and she could help care for them, too.
The black dog turn, smiling as much as a dog's muzzle would allow. Though her violet eyes gleamed with joy that anyone could see. Her great tail gently flowing back and forth in a wag as she took in the stranger.
Morgana trotted over the sand as she pondered her situation. There were no classes to teach today, and many of her charges were independent enough to not need babysitting, and with winter rounding the corner her garden flowers were already on decline. There was naught to do for them. Without a sacred place to guard she was without purpose, but to become vulnerable to her madness again. Then those dreams? Who was the man who haunted her? Would he be holed up like a rabbit with these magical creatures as well? She doubted it. Whoever he was to her, he was but a man. Surely he died long ago. Morgana closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Oh quiet yourself. Fretting like a doe with a new foal." she murmured internally, letting out a slow breath. The ocean breeze pulled her worries away for a moment. That was when she noticed a new presence behind her. The fae could feel her mouth glue itself shut as she turned, no no no. She didn't like being around people...She couldn't talk to them. Another deep breath was let go, and Morgana tried to remind herself that they were just like her plants or the animals of her wood. Just living beings looking for life and happiness, and she could help care for them, too.
The black dog turn, smiling as much as a dog's muzzle would allow. Though her violet eyes gleamed with joy that anyone could see. Her great tail gently flowing back and forth in a wag as she took in the stranger.