07-24-2008, 07:12 PM
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In the pastel painted dusk she made her way towards the lake. Rabbit Lake. There she had met the female Savina, some days past. Perhaps there she would find her again, though it was unlikely. At any rate, it was an excuse not to return to the manor. One, two, hop. One, two, hop. By the time she reach the shore of the lake, Cercelee realized just how tired she was, and the idea of turning back caused her body to tremble in protest. Complying with her weakness she collapsed in the sand, a yard or so away from where the water lapped at the land. She had been keeping her wounds dry, although she was sure if that was completely necessacary, better safe than sorry. Stretching out her front half, and attempting to move her mangled neck as best as possible, she settled into the sand, where she would probably fall asleep barring any interruptions. Although an interruption, Cer decided, would not be all unwelcome. As silly and weak as it seemed, she liked having others to check up on her, just in case. She did, at some point, need to return home, and she wanted to be in the best condition then, so it was best to take care of herself. And if she could, well, she would ask for help when it was called for.
She's looking for birds she met last fall
Khaden! Come feed me! Who said they would come back different than all
One, two, hop. One, two, hop. Getting around with only three legs was something Cercelee had mastered. First she would take one step forward with her front right, than one step forward with her front left, and then pushing off with her good back leg she would hop forward. One, two, hop. It was how she had made her way out of Twilight Vale this morning, and it was now how she was returning to the pack lands this evening. The sun was sinking lower and lower, but thankfully it had not completely set before she had gotten quite close to the house Naniko had fixed her up in. However, at the last moment, instead of bee-lining for building she turned and headed deeper into the pack land. It wouldn’t rain tonight, and quite honestly? She missed sleeping outside. Her wounds would be no worse for it in the morning. In the pastel painted dusk she made her way towards the lake. Rabbit Lake. There she had met the female Savina, some days past. Perhaps there she would find her again, though it was unlikely. At any rate, it was an excuse not to return to the manor. One, two, hop. One, two, hop. By the time she reach the shore of the lake, Cercelee realized just how tired she was, and the idea of turning back caused her body to tremble in protest. Complying with her weakness she collapsed in the sand, a yard or so away from where the water lapped at the land. She had been keeping her wounds dry, although she was sure if that was completely necessacary, better safe than sorry. Stretching out her front half, and attempting to move her mangled neck as best as possible, she settled into the sand, where she would probably fall asleep barring any interruptions. Although an interruption, Cer decided, would not be all unwelcome. As silly and weak as it seemed, she liked having others to check up on her, just in case. She did, at some point, need to return home, and she wanted to be in the best condition then, so it was best to take care of herself. And if she could, well, she would ask for help when it was called for.
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