07-21-2009, 03:05 PM
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7/10 it is! 300+
Everything had grown duller over the course of the several weeks. Consistency and a normal day-to-day routine was something she’d always wanted. And now that she had said regularity, life had become a complete bore. At three years of age, it felt as though she’d seen everything when in reality, the Acer hadn’t seen much of anything. She’d lived a saint’s life thus far: caring for unfortunate children, never inflicting harm upon others unless absolutely necessary. Drugs and alcohol were foreign substances to her; never had they infiltrated her body. There were times when she just wanted to let loose, to experience things she’d missed out on (regardless of the consequences).
It was a little peculiar, how she always sought to find her Italian friend whenever things weren’t quite right. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Savina was the only non-Dahlian wolf she truly appreciated. Their meetings were always quite eventful too. Maybe that's what she longed for; something to shake things up a bit. The route from Dahlia de Mai to Crimson Dreams was well known; the confidence in her movements indicated as such. However, her brisk walk slowed into an amble of sorts when familiar borders infiltrated her vision. Pack protocol still applied to her, no matter how strong of a friendship she had with the Lieutenant Commander. So out of respect for the mother of three, the Koios girl stopped a few feet away from the invisible boundaries.
A howl threatened to escape her already parted maw when a silhouette flashed before her eyes; a dark-colored male, roaming aimlessly (or so she assumed) around the valley’s outskirts. It gave her a reason to wander a little closer. And she did so, hesitating every now and then, before calling out to the wandering youngster. “Hey!”
Everything had grown duller over the course of the several weeks. Consistency and a normal day-to-day routine was something she’d always wanted. And now that she had said regularity, life had become a complete bore. At three years of age, it felt as though she’d seen everything when in reality, the Acer hadn’t seen much of anything. She’d lived a saint’s life thus far: caring for unfortunate children, never inflicting harm upon others unless absolutely necessary. Drugs and alcohol were foreign substances to her; never had they infiltrated her body. There were times when she just wanted to let loose, to experience things she’d missed out on (regardless of the consequences).
It was a little peculiar, how she always sought to find her Italian friend whenever things weren’t quite right. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Savina was the only non-Dahlian wolf she truly appreciated. Their meetings were always quite eventful too. Maybe that's what she longed for; something to shake things up a bit. The route from Dahlia de Mai to Crimson Dreams was well known; the confidence in her movements indicated as such. However, her brisk walk slowed into an amble of sorts when familiar borders infiltrated her vision. Pack protocol still applied to her, no matter how strong of a friendship she had with the Lieutenant Commander. So out of respect for the mother of three, the Koios girl stopped a few feet away from the invisible boundaries.
A howl threatened to escape her already parted maw when a silhouette flashed before her eyes; a dark-colored male, roaming aimlessly (or so she assumed) around the valley’s outskirts. It gave her a reason to wander a little closer. And she did so, hesitating every now and then, before calling out to the wandering youngster. “Hey!”