06-23-2008, 12:18 AM
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Table by Tammi!
Fwha.
The damp air seeped into the leader’s clouded head and washed clean the clutter that lay there. So much had been happening, Inferni’s war cry and Haku’s answer, for one. It was not as Cercelee had hoped, but she was pulled along in the torrent, unable to derail either side. The other packs seemed to be bustling with their own problems, two of them having disbanded in so short a time, and Cercelee knew that Twilight Vale had their own issues with the coyote clan, but that the leaders were loath to ally with Dahlia de Mai. And she really could not blame them. Haku’s actions disagreed with her as well, but without him it felt as if her pack would fall prey to those he had unleashed upon them. Cercelee could put aside her personal morals for the better of her pack, the pack was more important. However she wished that the leaders saw her side of the story, and would lend aid not to support Haku, but to keep the other members from falling victim to something none of them had asked for. Shadowed Sun was not a part of the fray in anyway, and there was no reason they should be dragged in. If she had the power of foresight she would have prevented her own pack from being dragged through the mud.
Change was abundant in the lands, and for Dahlia de Mai, at least for Cercelee, it seemed since the first blow that the hits had not stopped. Yet she was immune to them now. The first few big changes had set her off her balance so lightly, enough to make her show emotion towards those she would not normally expose her true self to, but she had quickly gained back her composure. Stoic almost, or at least appearing so outwardly. It was what enabled her to wander on nights such as this. Moving along at a quick pace, the small frame female covered ground quickly on her four legs. The afternoon was growing late but Cercelee did not turn back. There was nothing in particular to draw her to the Dampwoods, but nothing to keep her away either. The steady beat of her own footfalls was hypnotic, soothing. And so she blindly followed where her feet led her, something Cer did often when her mind wished to shut itself off. And her mind was not working now, although she had warned her own pack at the last meeting to be alert and aware. It was common that she did not take her own advice, Cercelee did not even stop to assess how far from home she had traveled.
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
The damp air seeped into the leader’s clouded head and washed clean the clutter that lay there. So much had been happening, Inferni’s war cry and Haku’s answer, for one. It was not as Cercelee had hoped, but she was pulled along in the torrent, unable to derail either side. The other packs seemed to be bustling with their own problems, two of them having disbanded in so short a time, and Cercelee knew that Twilight Vale had their own issues with the coyote clan, but that the leaders were loath to ally with Dahlia de Mai. And she really could not blame them. Haku’s actions disagreed with her as well, but without him it felt as if her pack would fall prey to those he had unleashed upon them. Cercelee could put aside her personal morals for the better of her pack, the pack was more important. However she wished that the leaders saw her side of the story, and would lend aid not to support Haku, but to keep the other members from falling victim to something none of them had asked for. Shadowed Sun was not a part of the fray in anyway, and there was no reason they should be dragged in. If she had the power of foresight she would have prevented her own pack from being dragged through the mud.
Change was abundant in the lands, and for Dahlia de Mai, at least for Cercelee, it seemed since the first blow that the hits had not stopped. Yet she was immune to them now. The first few big changes had set her off her balance so lightly, enough to make her show emotion towards those she would not normally expose her true self to, but she had quickly gained back her composure. Stoic almost, or at least appearing so outwardly. It was what enabled her to wander on nights such as this. Moving along at a quick pace, the small frame female covered ground quickly on her four legs. The afternoon was growing late but Cercelee did not turn back. There was nothing in particular to draw her to the Dampwoods, but nothing to keep her away either. The steady beat of her own footfalls was hypnotic, soothing. And so she blindly followed where her feet led her, something Cer did often when her mind wished to shut itself off. And her mind was not working now, although she had warned her own pack at the last meeting to be alert and aware. It was common that she did not take her own advice, Cercelee did not even stop to assess how far from home she had traveled.
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