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Clover Love Lykoi · 05-17-2011, 02:17 AM

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Date: 17 May

Setting: Drifter Bay

Time: Afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 785 :: I rambled about nothing, so this is weird. :3

Finally, after all of that cold weather and stupid rain they had been plagued with for so long, the skies had actually cleared up and the air had developed a slight warmth. It was so refreshing to know that winter’s grip had loosened so significantly, and if not for the cold nights, Clover would have assumed it had lost its touch altogether. She would not waste a day like today; not at all. At dawn, the Inferni coyote quickly scrambled her things together into her knapsack, dressed herself in her usual adornments, and fled the mansion in order to find Daisy. Though she didn’t hold much against the coyote clan, she did not want to spend her day within its gruesome bone decorated borders. Cover had a plan, and she intended to follow it.

The first hours of the morning were spent traveling from the mansion to the other side of the clan’s territory. Though she was eager to be free from Inferni’s borders, she did not push Daisy too hard just yet. Clover wanted to be able to enjoy the morning hours, in which it was most fascinating to see all walks of life rise from their slumber and join in the beautiful harmony in which Mother Earth created them. It was times like these when she felt most connected to her birth pack, and Clover reminded herself of the important things in life. Adolescence had served to confuse the girl about her childhood values and what her life truly meant, but she was slowly finding her way through the world. Perhaps things had not been as graceful as she had hoped, but Clover was not upset with the outcome of things. She had been reunited with her family, and that was what had mattered most at the time. She loved her sisters dearly, as well as her brother, but somehow it seemed as if they had all fallen into place. Clover was still searching for hers. Somehow, she was becoming less convinced that Inferni was it.

It was on this thought that prompted her trip. Clover was returning home, so to speak. For months, Drifter Bay had served as a temporary place for Clover to rest her head at night. A dilapidated shack had offered refuge for her things, while outside she had even begun her garden. She had painstakingly transferred her plants to the greenhouse of Inferni (though had lost many) and knew there would not be anything left. Still, she wanted to return to the peaceful ambiance of her little home and think things through. Though Clover did not necessarily want to be on her own again, for that was what had brought on the small bought of depression, she did miss the sense of freedom she had experienced then. Within Inferni’s borders, somehow she felt like a caged bird. Clover only wanted to spread her wings.

It was early afternoon by the time the coyote and mare duo came into view of their destination. Clover dismounted, while Daisy wandered off to find one of the many streams that broke off of the river just to the west. The shoreline was within earshot, but the shack itself was settled far enough into the bay that it stood within a grove of trees. As she expected, it was just as ramshackle and depressing as she had left it, though it still somehow retained some sense of charm. Perhaps it was the fond memories she had formed here that prevented the rotting wood from tainting her impression.

Another hour easily went by, and Clover found herself situated not far from her abandoned shack, sprawled out on her familiar purple tapestry with her guitar cradled in her lap and her knapsack at her side. The mason jar with all of its lovely contents had been momentarily abandoned at her side, though a joint had found its way in amongst the golden waves of her hair and the white braids. The hippie child was more concerned with her music than she was with anything else. She missed the way members of Juniper Peace would get together to make wonderful strings of melodies together. Even now, as fingers strummed away at the guitar strings, Clover was reminded of her encounter with Daisuke, the unusual punk male who had found Clover amongst the sunflowers not far from here, and had stayed with her to make music for awhile.

Like many times before, it was only the sound of her voice and soft guitar strums that filled the air, but if one really listened, they could hear the sounds of nature intertwine to create something more lovely that the girl’s talents already were. Clover herself could recognize that.

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