ARAXES
TENDER HEART
It's not as if her family knows she is here. Her boys... her daughter... her lover. It all brings a pang to her heart, a tightening to her chest. Araxes turned and ran from it all when she had woken up in a strange body, instead of facing it. Even now, it makes her legs weak as they brush through tall grass, brittle from the colder days, tickling at her belly as she pauses herself, and dips her head down. A mint hoof digs at the ground, picking at the hardened soil to dig up a root carefully and inch it into her bag, and she feels the tightening in her throat, the burning of her eyes.
She could never return, she had once told herself. Yet here she is, in Novus, the lands that feel like they had turned on her when she had woken up in this strange body. A body that was... her. Her, despite her adamant attempts to try and believe it wasn't.
A shuddering breath is taken in, and Araxes feels the shudder as her head lifts, and she shakes her head, long ears flopping in the brisk and bright autumn day before she blinks. Maybe she can return to Denocte in the future, maybe she can stop in Solterra and see --- no. She can't. Her legs shudder at the thought, and she feels the breath suck itself from her lungs a moment, and she slowly sinks down, almost disappearing into the browning grasses, her ivory and ebony coat shuddering as her eyes close and her legs fold.
A shaking breath is taken, and she feels the sob build up in her throat, and erupt from deep down, her heart aching. She's so close to home... but she's so far.
-sob- my bb
