12-30-2009, 02:54 PM
ooc: on the outskirts of whisper beach where Sankor buried Iskata, aw but would like someone who knows Firefly to show up if anyone wants to claim.
IC:
Firefly hadn't been paying attention to where she was going and her paws had brought her far from the pack indeed. She'd lifted her nose to the air and the scent of Dahlia de Mai caught her attention. A frown appeared upon her maw as she debated turning back, knowing that there were very little well wishes for her within the pack. She hesitated long enough on the dunes, her attention caught by what seemed to be an old grave, the rock and wood markers things that seemed to have washed up upon the shore. Normally Firefly had little care for death and the world beyond but the grave seemed so out of place and strange. Who would bury another out in the middle of nowhere, the creature must not have been a loved one for there was no care and tending to the grave, not even within a pack's lands. She eyed the weary site for a second longer before shaking her head and moving down to the sea for a moment to gaze across at the slushy waters of the bay.
She hadn't sat there long, the winds cutting into her pelt as she scanned the bay a moment before turning to leave the beach. She knew she wasn't welcome anywhere near these lands and for the future she'd rather keep her life. She didn't know if the change she was going to be bringing to her packlands would be welcome by all but it wasn't going to be undone. She would welcome it if no one else would. The Sadira lady moved quickly back along the dunes, cutting straight into the sands hoping not to run into the pack who's border fell so closely to where she trod.
IC:
Firefly hadn't been paying attention to where she was going and her paws had brought her far from the pack indeed. She'd lifted her nose to the air and the scent of Dahlia de Mai caught her attention. A frown appeared upon her maw as she debated turning back, knowing that there were very little well wishes for her within the pack. She hesitated long enough on the dunes, her attention caught by what seemed to be an old grave, the rock and wood markers things that seemed to have washed up upon the shore. Normally Firefly had little care for death and the world beyond but the grave seemed so out of place and strange. Who would bury another out in the middle of nowhere, the creature must not have been a loved one for there was no care and tending to the grave, not even within a pack's lands. She eyed the weary site for a second longer before shaking her head and moving down to the sea for a moment to gaze across at the slushy waters of the bay.
She hadn't sat there long, the winds cutting into her pelt as she scanned the bay a moment before turning to leave the beach. She knew she wasn't welcome anywhere near these lands and for the future she'd rather keep her life. She didn't know if the change she was going to be bringing to her packlands would be welcome by all but it wasn't going to be undone. She would welcome it if no one else would. The Sadira lady moved quickly back along the dunes, cutting straight into the sands hoping not to run into the pack who's border fell so closely to where she trod.