Trust and Vices

Pixie Frost · 01-29-2011, 03:11 AM

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Denali had said something about a city. He had said that his mother had gotten his coat from there. Pixie knew little about such a place place; she had only briefly passed by the outskirts of Halifax when she had first headed south to Crimson Dreams. The most she could make from it was ruined buildings, not unlike the many other towns and cities she had passed through traveling up the coast for most of her life. When she had first seen Halifax, she thought it wasn’t much different from the others: another depressing collection of ruins built by humans long ago, now perhaps populated by a few Luperci but nothing spectacular.

But human ruins meant human artifacts. And human artifacts often meant human clothing. The snowfall had stopped for the time being, and the weather had warmed up enough to convince the wolf who hated frost (and who, as a result, had one of the most ironic names—no, THE most ironic name—that a wolf who hated frost could have) to venture away from her pack’s territory for the first time that winter to travel northeast to the city. It wasn’t just to get warmer clothing, though she was reminded of that reason as the cold wind blew on her and her horse, with her existing cloak doing nothing to protect her. No, Pixie was a traveler at heart and always would be; whether snow or sunshine outside, she always felt the gripping need to explore places she had never been before. And that urge was impossible to resist when she heard word of a place that she had not only not been to before, but also had some other value to it if she visited it, such as, say, the possibility of finding winter garments. Plus there was a good possibility of meeting other Luperci in Halifax, which was never a bad thing.

The chestnut stallion carried his rider for a good portion of the day, with a short stop about midway through the journey, near the border of Cour Des Miracles. Pixie didn’t know much about the pack, other than Mars Russo had been a part of it. He didn’t seem particularly pleased with it when she had met him, but she only had his opinion to rely on. For all she knew, they could be a group of benevolent canines. Perhaps on another good day she would go to the hills where she had met Mars and maybe find more wolves from this pack.

When they reached the outskirts of the city by the afternoon, Pixie stayed on Magic’s back and guided him through the streets of the abandoned town. As he usually was around human civilizations, the horse seemed more skittish than usual, but he continued slowly down the streets of Halifax. Pixie could smell traces of other Luperci, more than in most ruins she had seen in the past, and so she was more cautious than usual; Magic was on edge as it was, and if someone popped unexpectedly out of nowhere, he would be easily spooked. She also kept a watch out for any sort of old shops that could possibly contain coats and other warm clothing items, or scraps of cloth on the street that could be made into outfits.

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