Does he love the Water and the Moon? (Kitchi)
Posted: 14 Sep 2015, 00:13
Nakoma hummed softly to herself as she entered and exited the fade portal. The nights had been long and the lack of sun had turned her a little cranky and extra tired. Transitioning hadn’t been easy on her and for what it was worth; she was struggling to keep up. She was strong of course, but this place was new and keeping up was a bit of a challenge. Nights were spent hanging out in a disgusting quarantine and then back to the compound so she may rest. She missed Moema most however.
Tonight home was on her mind, missing everything about it even the smell of fire burning logs, which could be seen from her back window. Fall would be approaching soon and as a human that was her most favorite season. How many leaf piles had her and the others still played in as old as they were? Numerous. And she doubted anyone around here did such things. She was still to see the excitement in this life and wondered where in her mind she thought this would be something new and exciting. Her spirits were down this evening along with her head that hung low, barely paying attention to anything around her.
Tugging at her two braids that flowed evenly down her back nearly touching new tail bone, she made a grunting noise as she placed the bag on the floor of what she collected this evening. Zombie ears…gross. Why couldn’t it have been gold rings or exotic gems? That would make things much more interesting, but instead gross ears of creatures she wished she didn’t even have to see. Good news was shortly she could head down to the sewers and kill things down there…so inviting it was. When did the cool stuff happen? Killing monsters and demons? Apparently she had a long road ahead of her. However patience was one of her strong suites. She would stick it out until the end. It was expected of her.
She had busted her bottom so hard since becoming, that she barely had time to do what she loved most. Watching the moon over the water and thinking back on those old legends and stories that now she hung unto for strength, instead of finding them daunting and boring. How she wished she could see old man Hawk, what they called him, squint his eyes and mumble the story. Shaking the sad remembrance out of her head, she tried to press a smile to her lips. Sure everything was changing, but she was ready to make her own memories instead of hanging unto legends of others.
Tonight home was on her mind, missing everything about it even the smell of fire burning logs, which could be seen from her back window. Fall would be approaching soon and as a human that was her most favorite season. How many leaf piles had her and the others still played in as old as they were? Numerous. And she doubted anyone around here did such things. She was still to see the excitement in this life and wondered where in her mind she thought this would be something new and exciting. Her spirits were down this evening along with her head that hung low, barely paying attention to anything around her.
Tugging at her two braids that flowed evenly down her back nearly touching new tail bone, she made a grunting noise as she placed the bag on the floor of what she collected this evening. Zombie ears…gross. Why couldn’t it have been gold rings or exotic gems? That would make things much more interesting, but instead gross ears of creatures she wished she didn’t even have to see. Good news was shortly she could head down to the sewers and kill things down there…so inviting it was. When did the cool stuff happen? Killing monsters and demons? Apparently she had a long road ahead of her. However patience was one of her strong suites. She would stick it out until the end. It was expected of her.
She had busted her bottom so hard since becoming, that she barely had time to do what she loved most. Watching the moon over the water and thinking back on those old legends and stories that now she hung unto for strength, instead of finding them daunting and boring. How she wished she could see old man Hawk, what they called him, squint his eyes and mumble the story. Shaking the sad remembrance out of her head, she tried to press a smile to her lips. Sure everything was changing, but she was ready to make her own memories instead of hanging unto legends of others.