08-21-2008, 12:49 PM
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A cave in The Waste had served as a decent enough home. At least well enough to keep her hidden. Days ago she'd scented Ahren, and the paranoia had set in, deep into her marrow. Perhaps it would be better to leave this place. To run away and hide and not come back. But oh, how she had loved him. He was not the type to forgive, part of her was certain of that. Or maybe it was just the bitter, icy cold voice of Misery who had spoken to her often in the night that made her so certain it would end badly. Matinee had always been too trusting to realize that perhaps, Misery's bitter jealously over Matinee's spotless, happy, and love-filled life might just have been the cause of those paranoia inducing rants. Or maybe it was just her sibling's madness. Either way, she felt terribly afraid.
It was nearing dawn now, as she left the cave where she'd holed up, like a wounded animal. She wore no cloak, and had no weapons on her. In one of her rare moments she'd chosen to go hunting in her unshifted form, and had managed to catch a rabbit. Her hollow belly hadn't allowed her to carry it home, and she'd devoured it hole. Spots of blood were on her muzzle as she walked, now happily shifted back to her two legged form. For now, hiding would do. The gypsy-woman would not take off back to the roaming world until the stars shifted, and the weather cleared. The days were dark with a clouded sun, and that was a bad omen. But her fate would no doubt clear up, she thought, briefly touching her empty eye. The Captain had it put out for her sins. But she had no doubt that the fate's would turn kinder, and that the years before her would ease. Instead of the dark mess it had been since she was taken after leaving their home because of the fight. With a quiet, and weary sigh she continued to walk along, lost in her thoughts.
It was nearing dawn now, as she left the cave where she'd holed up, like a wounded animal. She wore no cloak, and had no weapons on her. In one of her rare moments she'd chosen to go hunting in her unshifted form, and had managed to catch a rabbit. Her hollow belly hadn't allowed her to carry it home, and she'd devoured it hole. Spots of blood were on her muzzle as she walked, now happily shifted back to her two legged form. For now, hiding would do. The gypsy-woman would not take off back to the roaming world until the stars shifted, and the weather cleared. The days were dark with a clouded sun, and that was a bad omen. But her fate would no doubt clear up, she thought, briefly touching her empty eye. The Captain had it put out for her sins. But she had no doubt that the fate's would turn kinder, and that the years before her would ease. Instead of the dark mess it had been since she was taken after leaving their home because of the fight. With a quiet, and weary sigh she continued to walk along, lost in her thoughts.