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the road's just swirling blue . sarasins | blitz Jan 1, 2017 12:30:29 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 1, 2017 12:30:29 GMT -5

{ lucrezia sarasin }

A blizzard roars through the winter air today. The three of us, the Sarasin trinity, trudge through the snow, dressed in fur coats and snow boots. Our parents ordered my sisters and I to go search for one of the foxes that got out. They were stern and urgent, and for good reason — it was getting cold out, and this fox was bred in captivity. It isn't programmed to survive in the wild.

Euley's wolf tags along with us, sniffing the snowy ground as we walk. It seems to be onto some kind of trail, because it's been leading us in the same direction for some time now.

"Euley, can you tell if your wolf has caught something yet?" I ask her. I'm an animal person, but she is the expert on her own pet.

"even stars burn out."

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the road's just swirling blue . sarasins | blitz Jan 1, 2017 14:12:36 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Jan 1, 2017 14:12:36 GMT -5

The three march into the storm — snow on their shoulders and ice in their hair. They've always been creatures of the night, felines and wolves dancing underneath human skin, but Euley is the only one of her kind. She has two shared faces, but her claws are sharper and her teeth are hungrier. Her bones come from this earth.

She sighs, arms tightening around herself, neck craning as she follows the path of her wolf. The beast goes by no name, but the connection between them is raw and real. Foxes are elusive and clever, but she has the patience to wait it out. If it dies in the cold, then so be it, but she will do her part to save it.

Lucrezia speaks, and she turns to face her sister. "There's a trail, yes, but it's still faint. We're getting close, though. By this point, it's been weakened by the blizzard, so I doubt the fox will get much farther."

She shifts her gaze to Calanthia, nodding —
"How are you holding up?"

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the road's just swirling blue . sarasins | blitz Jan 1, 2017 15:19:04 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 15:19:04 GMT -5

CALANTHIA

Snow storm; the wind's kiss on her skin and she slept easy, winter's always the best time for hibernating. Her cats wrapped around her neck, one next to her chest and the other beside her legs and back and it was nice. Nicer than alcohol bottle and ice on the rocks, she was comfortable.

Fuck-

"There's a trail, yes, but it's still faint. We're getting close, though. By this point, it's been weakened by the blizzard, so I doubt the fox will get much farther."

In honestly she didn't listen to the words, her face buried as far into her jacket collar as she could and walking, missing the warmth of her bed; whatever. Sometimes she wondered why she gave up being a career, the few years living on her own and- then she remembers. A cold night, smashed glass and blood on her hands, she winces.

"How are you holding up?"

It takes her by surprise, Euley focusing on her, "I-" uhhh, "I wasn't listening." Calanthia looks away, rose cheeks and frost bite, she shudders. Hiding her face in any way she's still tired, she's still wondering.

"I'll just stay in the back," they'll understand.

She hopes.

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the road's just swirling blue . sarasins | blitz Jan 1, 2017 17:40:14 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 1, 2017 17:40:14 GMT -5

{ lucrezia sarasin }

Snowflakes slap me in the face as we trudge onward. They're threaded onto nearly every strand of my hair now, making it appear as if my already light hair is platinum blonde.

"There's a trail, yes, but it's still faint. We're getting close, though. By this point, it's been weakened by the blizzard, so I doubt the fox will get much farther," Euley answers, and her wolf looks up at her for a moment, as if in agreement.

Euley asks Calanthia how she is holding up, who wasn't listening. She hangs in the back rather than in the front with Euley and I, probably because she feels out of place in the family. Cal did run away at some point, after all.

Just then, the sky shakes, and the ground with it. I look up at the mountains and see a wave of snow crashing down on us from the peak of a craggy hill, but before I can evade it, it is upon us.

And everything is engulfed in white.