04-12-2011, 06:47 PM
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OOC:
So this happens on Etheral Eclipse, really near to the DdM borders (but not close enough to actually make a thread there xD). Part in French says "Is somebody there?" and derpy post is Fail yay!
IC:
It was all so confusing. All the new scents, sounds and the environment in general were so alien to her right now. Having traveled on a ship for so long had left her clumsy and confused; barely being able to make her way through the craggy beach they had chosen as their landing place without crashing into something. She had been running for days now, not really because of being actually being pursued by someone, it was the paranoia of being found again and get shackled once more.
For the first time in her rather short life she could do as she wished without having someone else’s voice on her shoulder to draw her way. The feeling was something so wonderful and at the same time it was overwhelming. What was she to do now? Of this she had no idea, maybe if she was back on Europe she knew a couple of places where she could have gone to, but right now she was on an unknown land.
When she finally tired of running she had begun panicking, keeping walking forward before drastically changing her direction just as a lost child would when not being able to locate their mother. But in the end her training finished kicking in, pushing the lost and scared girl she was back and letting the hardened warrior surface and take control of the situation. Taking a few breaths she concentrated on the area, moving her head in an exaggerated manner to allow the beads on her hair produce sound. The sound they provided was not strong enough to get an idea of where she was. And of all the places she could have gone lost she had on a forest, she could spend weeks on one and only draw circles on a single area, especially on one that was unknown to her.
Focusing harder she finally found a scent different from the trees and moss. It was the strange yet known scent of another wolf. The area was crisscrossed by many actually, each different from each other and telling the tale of where the wolf went. A small spark of excitement went off on her mind; maybe she could find help with someone else? Of course it would be difficult as she pretty much lacked every social skill that existed but it was definitely better than being lost.
Canine jaws where then parted, letting the ivory weapons seen for a short moment. And so she began humming, the only way she could see where she was going. There was once another wolf that had complimented her on her singing, but she wasn’t’ able to comprehend why, how could her location tool be beautiful? Only that wolf knew.
Clawed paws kept carrying the lone female wolf through the forest as her song echoed through the trees and rocks and gave her an image of where she went. This was until the wolven scent became too strong. She really had no knowledge of how wolf packs moved as she had never been in one, but she knew enough to know they would kill her if she intruded on their territory.
Elena sighted as she leaned against a mossy tree, her little motivation brought down as the scent wall pushed her back into the forest. She was unsure of what to do, even if she would get lucky to find a wolf outside of the borders she had no idea of what to say, the only things she had said on her life where “Yes” “No” or “Sir”. Thoughts where ended by a sudden rustle, hands flying towards concealed weapons in response. It may have been only the wind but she was not to take her chances. “Est quelqu'un il?” it seemed old habits die hard as French flowed out of her tounge before she could even formulate her words.
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OOC:
So this happens on Etheral Eclipse, really near to the DdM borders (but not close enough to actually make a thread there xD). Part in French says "Is somebody there?" and derpy post is Fail yay!
IC:
It was all so confusing. All the new scents, sounds and the environment in general were so alien to her right now. Having traveled on a ship for so long had left her clumsy and confused; barely being able to make her way through the craggy beach they had chosen as their landing place without crashing into something. She had been running for days now, not really because of being actually being pursued by someone, it was the paranoia of being found again and get shackled once more.
For the first time in her rather short life she could do as she wished without having someone else’s voice on her shoulder to draw her way. The feeling was something so wonderful and at the same time it was overwhelming. What was she to do now? Of this she had no idea, maybe if she was back on Europe she knew a couple of places where she could have gone to, but right now she was on an unknown land.
When she finally tired of running she had begun panicking, keeping walking forward before drastically changing her direction just as a lost child would when not being able to locate their mother. But in the end her training finished kicking in, pushing the lost and scared girl she was back and letting the hardened warrior surface and take control of the situation. Taking a few breaths she concentrated on the area, moving her head in an exaggerated manner to allow the beads on her hair produce sound. The sound they provided was not strong enough to get an idea of where she was. And of all the places she could have gone lost she had on a forest, she could spend weeks on one and only draw circles on a single area, especially on one that was unknown to her.
Focusing harder she finally found a scent different from the trees and moss. It was the strange yet known scent of another wolf. The area was crisscrossed by many actually, each different from each other and telling the tale of where the wolf went. A small spark of excitement went off on her mind; maybe she could find help with someone else? Of course it would be difficult as she pretty much lacked every social skill that existed but it was definitely better than being lost.
Canine jaws where then parted, letting the ivory weapons seen for a short moment. And so she began humming, the only way she could see where she was going. There was once another wolf that had complimented her on her singing, but she wasn’t’ able to comprehend why, how could her location tool be beautiful? Only that wolf knew.
Clawed paws kept carrying the lone female wolf through the forest as her song echoed through the trees and rocks and gave her an image of where she went. This was until the wolven scent became too strong. She really had no knowledge of how wolf packs moved as she had never been in one, but she knew enough to know they would kill her if she intruded on their territory.
Elena sighted as she leaned against a mossy tree, her little motivation brought down as the scent wall pushed her back into the forest. She was unsure of what to do, even if she would get lucky to find a wolf outside of the borders she had no idea of what to say, the only things she had said on her life where “Yes” “No” or “Sir”. Thoughts where ended by a sudden rustle, hands flying towards concealed weapons in response. It may have been only the wind but she was not to take her chances. “Est quelqu'un il?” it seemed old habits die hard as French flowed out of her tounge before she could even formulate her words.
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