#feyyena

↳ @feyyena

Harin knows he’s out of his depth the second he walks into the store, and realizes the extent of his knowledge about plants is the ability to classify things as tree, not a tree, and flower. It’s kind of a sad realization to arrive at now, since none of the cute signs pointing out the layout of the store have any of those words on them — so he gives a quick greeting to the shop assistant, and begins the start of an aimless shuffle past the neat rows of potted friends, hoping something’s going to catch his eye.

What actually ends up happening, though, is something catches his ear.

At first, Harin thinks someone is trying to talk to him, but the voice is a little quiet. When he looks up, there’s only a girl standing a little too far away from him for the words to be meant for him — maybe she’s talking on her phone? Ah, well, it’s clearly not meant for him, and he shakes his head, laughing at himself for his self-centered assumption.

Harin’s attention drifts back to the plant in front of him, some odd thing with long tendrils spilling over the edge of the pot, when he hears the girl’s voice again. He can’t help but glance up again, and this time … wait. She’s … did she just … it kind of looked like she was talking to the plant just now, if he’s not mistaken.  

Huh.

Well, maybe that’s the way to get insights on which plant to buy? Harin raises an eyebrow, but curiosity has gotten the better of him — it’s somewhere between amusing and cute, he decides, that she’s in here trying to strike up a conversation with a succulent.

ANEMONE …abandon your muse. / send a flower! ❀ / @feyyena / accepting ( on pause until i catch up! )

If there’s one thing that Harin has been particularly slow to grasp, it’s the way that wolves have territory. Sure, humans aren’t really all that different at the end of the day; no one wants to see someone they haven’t invited inside their home, after all, and on a large scale, there’s borders around countries for a reason. But where werewolves draw boundaries ... that doesn’t necessarily map on to the same lines that humans create, and so it’s easy to stray somewhere where he’s not welcome. 

Most of the time it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just bad luck that gets him noticed this time, or maybe someone else is out looking specifically for trouble.  

Harin hasn’t been paying attention, exactly; his attention has been on Yena as they walk, on the casual conversation they’re exchanging. So it takes him a few minutes to realize that there’s someone following them, and a few more minutes after that to piece together why. Ah, another pack calls this area home, don’t they? Do they think he’s here to spy or something like that? It’s not like he’s going to try anything alone, even if he cared about some kind of pack rivalry. So they’re stupid if they think ... 

It’s a lot of questions, and Harin realizes he’s missed half of what Yena has been saying. His steps trail to a halt, and he tries not to make it too obvious that he’s glancing over his shoulder. He hasn’t actually decided what he’s going to do yet, whether it’s worth trying to confront the other or if it’s better to act oblivious, but either way ... it’s probably better if he parts ways with Yena. If someone’s trying to pick a fight, she doesn’t need to be involved. 

𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜; 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

concern was evident across sol’s face as he leans down from a still-intact section of the road, panic coursing through his veins with the situation at present. what had begun as a simple walk to the park had quickly morphed into a rescue, something the familiar was ill-equipped for but still attempted anyways. one moment he had been quietly admiring birds flying overhead, the next he’s watching a car swerve and break through a side barrier. it had left him stunned for a few seconds, the world moving in slow motion as it slid off and into a creek below ― it wasn’t ideal that such occurred on a part of the road that acted as a bridge as well, regardless with how small it was, though he couldn’t exactly change it on the fly.

funny how life works.

@feyyena

  There was clear tension in the air, among the smell of cleaning supplies and Rize was the whole reason for it. She was sitting curled up on the bathroom floor of some random caffè that she didn’t even know the name of, with an usual frown on her face. Funnily enough, the frown that took up the space on her rose-colored lips was much more natural than anything else about her. Her dark brown eyes were fixed on a young girl, probably no younger than twenty, that was right in front of her. The girl, unknowingly then, had walked in on a fight that she had with her mother just a couple of minutes back, before her mother had stormed off and left her there with the girl who seemed too shocked to move. Finally getting tired of the tension that seemed to stay longer than it should have, Rize had chosen to break it.

   ❛❛What is it? You have never seen someone get slapped by their mother?❜❜