04-14-2011, 08:50 PM
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Upon travels to Dahlia de Mai, Alae and Kael crossed paths with an ancient winding asphalt road to Halifax. While they weren't aware of how large the city of ruins actually was, Alae knew well enough from her life as a rogue that old asphalt roads led to extinct human villages. They were about to make the detour to Halifax before arriving at the Dahlian borders, but continued to press forth in the sense if there was a refuge to be sought further. Finding this comfortable settlement in Dahlia, Alae made it her prerogative to backtrack to the wide and long road herself and Kael almost followed. Once jumping upon the cracked and worn path, the Sidhe and the owl began to follow the road into the city limits.
The best part about human villages were the items scavenged from them. It was a free for all, and from the size of this place, there was a lot to hoard through. It would take days for Alae to scour the city to collect as many items and objects deemed useful as she could, but there were only so many hours in a day, and the fact that human villages usually contained some not so pleasant company waiting for their next lone victims to pass through (Alae learned that lesson a couple miles back, almost falling prey to robbery and assault by a pack of rogue males in an abandoned town).
Collecting miscellaneous and meaningless things such as paper clips, string, ribbon, and whatever little things could fit in her leather worn bag, Alae and Kael (perched upon her shoulder; he had been fatigued from flying solo ahead of her all day) briskly were making ways back out of the city. Taking the route that cut into the largest cemetery of the city, many of the tombstones were worn down, and unmarked graves were everywhere. They would have passed right through the cemetery as poltergeists themselves, until Alae heard sobbing and a white figure kneeling in front of a tombstone.
The woman was small. There were markings of what appeared to be blue dye upon her shoulders, ears, mane, and tail. Apparently she was very upset, and Alae approached her until she was merely hovering behind her. Able to catch a glance written on the tombstone, Alae was slightly puzzled as to why this Luperci was mourning a human by the name of Riley White. "Unlike rain to roots, tears to the dead won't sprout them back to life anymore." Alae spoke softly, her statement gentle but a little cryptic. Humans were remarkable creatures in their time, but Alae never truly understood why some Luperci held them so high on the pedestal. They were all extinct; they must have obviously not been that strong to survive.