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- Date: March 25th?
- Time: Day
- Form: Secui
A shape walked through the forests at the edge of Colchester Quarter, bordering the Alcrest Shore.
The female was small in what was supposed to be a large form. She was about the size of a skinny wolf and looked the height but nowhere near the weight. She didn't have much muscle, or meat for that matter, on her bones and she looked delicate. She had long legs and a long tail, looking like a mixture of a deer and fox. Someone that was not familiar with the exotic breed would think that she was a weird coyote with her narrow head and large ears, but her muzzle didn't taper. Her paws were different from most halflings; she had a thumb that could actually grab things. She walked on three legs, the left hind leg held off of the ground. The leg had three scars running across where the Achilles tendon was.
She was silver, almost white in color. Much like the snow or a moonbeam. A darker grizzled grey saddle ran down her back, going from her ears to her tail and was flecked with black hairs. A black mane had sprouted from her neck, but it was shorter than most. A pair of mismatched forest eyes looked out from the winter background. The left was lighter than the right. What many people didn't knw was that she couldn't see out of her left eye. She was clothed due to her thin, desert-adapted fur. A garment was secured at her chest and went down to her wars before ending at her rump. It was silvery and lined with fur. Her legs were also covered in cloth, legwarmers covered the four appendages. A grey and white scarf was also around her neck as well as a pendant carved into the shape of a crescent moon. She also carried a satchel that was small and made of leather.
Avinalora had left Stormblade to do as he pleased back in Anathema while she went to Colchester Quarter to gather bark from trees for poultices. She felt that he should get some time to himself, but she had instructed the foxes and the birds to keep an eyes on him. She was faster on her own, even with her dreadful eyesight and three-legged stance. The wolf was simply not built for speed.
The fox maiden was still a bit wary about strangers despite how long it had been since she had been attacked. She was alone and therefore vulnerable. She would have to be alert today. But, alertness was one of the things that came to her easily. The vixen was born without much of her sight and therefore had to use her other senses. It also helped that her foster mom had emphasized on such. It gave the vixen an advantage sometimes. She could tell a lot about a person before she even saw them.
The silver lady paused as she glimpsed through the tree line, spying the beach. She stopped as a wave of nostalgia hit her. She remembered how many times she walked across that beach to board the ferry so that she could return to Midnight Shores. The memory of Midnight Shores cause a small twinge of pain in her heart, but she was better now. The former Midnighter had been broken after the disbandment, blaming herself and the gods for it. She was better now.
The moon-washed medic shook her head, clearing her mind before she kept on walking. But, she glanced back at the shoreline. There were so many memories left in the sand. If her eyesight wasn't bad, she could have probably seen Prince Edward's Island, but she didn't need to. The moonlit jackal knew that it was there.
The monochrome fox gave up and sat down. She would have to refocus.