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Originally Posted by goose
jupiter had never been so hungry-- hungry for company, for food, for a home. she simply couldn’t remember such a yearning for sleep, or a time where she had to rely on her own skills for survival so much.
she wanted to go back; back to the dusk syndicate, to the sordid embrace of the dark and the deep yellow eyes that gazed out from there. though the things that happened there ranged from slightly bothering to sick, jupi knew that it was better than nothing. few kind individuals were infinitely better than no-one at all. she wanted… company. she wanted saturn.
the call of her name sent her spinning around, searching wildly for where the sound came from. she knew it, just as she knew her own name. for all she had seen, jupiter could have never forgotten saturn’s voice, however distant of a memory it was. so she warbled, desperately, “saturn?” |
there was silence for awhile. she was so close to giving up, to forgetting. she had spent a few moons searching for her, wandering aimlessly. her paws hurt, her stomach felt empty. she felt empty. not spunky and confident like before, no. her fur that she would rant moons about how it always needed to be clean, was ruffled; uncared for. she looked tired, bright golden eyes dull.
but at the mention of her name, the same voice that she had been intoxicated by, filled the emptiness.
¨jupiter?¨ she called out again, not as hesitant as before. her ears twitched, paws following in the direction of the voice, jupiters voice. she was loud now, almost running, leaves crunching under her steps in a deafening way compared to the silent forest.