01-30-2011, 02:32 AM
Quote:OoC: Assume the time is seven at night, on the 24th of January of 2011.
WotD 1-Point Attempt: "Vulpine"
And so, in her little trip across the Quartz, across the shores she plodded. Moving in an awkward gait, with the awkward posture of someone trying to balance Lupus movements to Optime form. Her head was high with the nose a-sniffing, the seaside comely with the light of a gibbous moon. The energy and power of the full moon was waning, and soon, there would be nothing to light the night but stars. The silvery trail laid across the water was something Rewdeynetya missed on those darkest nights.
A male she had met earlier, but no beasts since then. Save for the bird that squawked on the shore, Rewdeynetya was completely, utterly and comfortably by her lonesome. She patrolled a territory she would never own, ruler of a place she had no right to rule, and she was fine with that. Her own space, her personal bubble, was the mobile stomping ground she needed. The lone wolf lived a harsh life, yes, but better to rely on herself then be a pack's pawn in some sort of scheme. Unlike the moon on the water, the thought was not as comely.
It might have been strange, how "uncivilized" the Luperci acted despite being a child of the Old World. But, unlike the aristocrats that had risen from other places, tradition was the way of the Nile loner. As a nomad and a once-employed hunter, she had to rely on her roots more than the comforts her kind had embraced. In a time of civil war, out on the fringes of the fertile lands and where hostiles were crossing, comforts were valuable. One did not keep them for long, as they tended to be bartered off to or stolen by others. The lavish jewelery and eye-enhancing kohl of the Ancient Egyptians was just that — ancient. Their tombs had been dug into by the vulpine, their displays in museums broken into, humans no longer around to protect them from more savage hearts. If the hybrid had followed the ways of her humanoid ancestors, she would have been mocked, stripped of goods and possibly killed. Wealth was a target, her mind had decreed, and no New World of peace would change that.