Uncomfortable return
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Character Name: Desiree Noelle
Character Birthdate: 12/2/2009
Gender: Female
Species: 50% Canis lupus familiaris ortus, 50% Canis lupus arctos ortus
Profession: Ayastigi
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Date: 5/2/2011

Setting: AniWaya borders

Time: Midday, shortly after noon

Character Form: Optime
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Desi approached the AniWayan borders and paced nervously back and forth along the fence line. Her ears were flattened against her skull, her tail could not decide whether it was going to swish against her thighs or press between her legs, and her fur stood slightly on end. She had left pretty abruptly those few months ago; would the others be angry with her for going away? Would they even allow her back into the pack? If so, and this was the kicker, what profession line should she choose?


She was not cut out of the same cloth as other hunters. She could point an arrow at a thing, and most of the time she would hit it, but rare was the occasion when the arrow pierced exactly where she wished it to. Likewise, while her height would normally prove beneficial, she lacked the girth and the weight to back it up, to bring anything larger than a very large otter or a very small deer to the ground.


She lacked her mother's talent for healing, she was not an accomplished craftswoman, though she could fashion very simple items to get the job done. About the only thing she could do was care for animals (how hard could that be, really?) and dance. And dancing was nothing truly useful to the tribe. Perhaps the grace lent to her by dancing, though, could be used to fashion her into a scout. And if she got training by a warrior, perhaps by Anann that she had met in Cour des Miracles, she could be an adequate warrior. Maybe.


Finally stilling her feet, Desi howled out, long and melodious, for someone to please find her at the gap, and then forced herself to sit down, relax, and look somewhat submissive instead of keyed up and tense. She settled her skirts over her leg, her knife was re-attached to her pack, which she had set on the ground a few feet away, and she waited.


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